Before going ahead, A Very HAppy Dusshera to everyone..or Subho Bijoya as my mom would say 🙂 It has been one of the thandaest navratris I have EVER had..thanks to the London trip…but chalega..next time will be double dhamaal in compensation…have asked RD to book tickets to Baroda for next year 😉
Anyways back to the chronicles…you can read part 1 here
So we reached london safe and then went to the airport…
unfortunately about 200 million other flights had landed at the same time which left us with about 1000 million more passengers (what I exaggerate okie?) and we stood in the immigration line for like 2.5 hours…I am not kidding here okie…it was crazy…and there were so many people with small kids and all that…though the authorities tried their best, they just couldnt handle the crowd…
couple of great things
1. As soon as they saw someone with a small child, they would try and take them ahead (Though I do feel that they could have been a bit more proactive about that…I had this 6 months kid who cried herself to sleep because her parents couldnt do much but stand in the line, take her around etc etc…but still she just got bugged and cried herself to sleep! I felt so horrid..I didnt have the guts to ask the parents to give her to me..what if they dont like..or what if she starts crying more..and knowing my track record with babies, the later may have been pretty much possible!)
2. There were loads of punjabi aunties and gujarati masis travelling by themselves..the Brits went out of their way to search for punjabis and gujaratis within their staff to help these aunties get past the immigration stuff..these people in the staff were translating everything to those aunties and answering back to the immigration guys…honestly great stuff
and so then I finally reach the counter..I am dead tired, exhausted, its about 2 o clock india time in the night which means I am technically just 2.5 hours away from my wake up time which makes me at my crankiest best!
the immigration officer looked at me, decided I was some kind of a lunatic freed from India into Britain (I looked that part as well with my crow hair all over my face and my t shirt crumbled with all the sitting in the flight..have you see these ladies who wear designer stuff and get in and get out of flights as if they were in and out of a beauty parlour or something..Salutes to those ladies!)
anyways while my colleague is left in like 10 seconds..this IO asks me why I am there, till when I am there, checks my hotel booking, my return ticket booking, rechecks my hand prints which didnt come properly with all the grease of the chips I had eaten 😉 anyways all in all, he plans to make me never come back to UK and pretty much succeeds in that..and then lets me go with a smile (killer one!) and says enjoy your stay..yaa right!
and then we came out to realise there was NO ONE to pick us up…I tried to get in touch with my boss via a phone booth there…he said he would ask the driver to come back who had apparently left after waiting for over 3 hours for us…I dont blame him though!
anyways, after a lot of confusion and craziness, we did manage to find him…and we reached the hotel only for them to tell us that the hotel room had been confirmed in our names but not been paid for!!
I could only stand there too zapped to even think what to do…I again called up boss,
RM: look boss, these guys are saying that the hotel room is not paid for
B: how is that possible
RM: how would I know, you talk to them
B: but we paid by my credit card
RM: look boss, you do what you want, I want to sleep and before that I am going to eat my dinner here..you finish the formalities while we go and have our dinner okie?
and then honestly I gave the phone away to the receptionist and colleague and me just marched into the restaurant to have some pathetically sad pizzas…I was so so tired that I thought I would just collapse in the restaurant only!
anyways boss got it sorted out (thank God for that!) and we managed to get our rooms…
I crashed…I seriously dont remember anything after that!
Next: The concluding part……..