Aka arrival in Kochi ...you know you are in India when you are directed to walk down a side corridor marked etourist visas to a room chock a block full of people, albeit with chairs, and there is only one immigration officer to process your entry. It's a bit like the doctors waiting room on a Monday morning.
Until of course a man from the land of my forefathers starts to tell the entire crowd we need a system...so we all start to play musical chairs with our hand luggage until our turn eventually comes.
There was no need to panic though because our luggage was still not on the carousel after an hour of waiting.
Eventually we get one bag, but no sign of the rucksack which contains half our forthcoming exhibition in Kochi! Over twenty people are told their suitcases never left Dubai...but we are in luck it's under a pile of dubious looking cardboard boxes!
We whizz through the morning traffic to the homestay where we have been coming since our first visit four years ago. Our rooftop home from home.
Straight into the Tea Pot cafe for brunch...Indian rarebit and the best samosas ever.
Another impatient tourist says he wants a curry without chilli because he is allergic to it and then walks out because the food, which is all cooked to order has taken too long to arrive!
India really is a place where you have to learn to keep calm and chill out! I will try to remember this!
