Home Sweet Home

Bangalore is over. I'm back home in my lover's arms, after beavering away for nine days (no weekends whatsoever). The next trip to India will hopefully not be before the end of monsoon - to bohemian Mumbai to go sailing.



For Indian standards, Bangalore has a very pleasant climate with no extremes. At this time of the year, the locals celebrate Ugadi, literally - the start of an era. Lots of trees are blossoming now. One feels like in the middle of a rainbow.

As I said, we had hardly any time to enjoy this. We even almost mist the plane, because of work and last minute curtsey calls to some top brass, which lead us into middle of rush hour. But somehow we - that is our driver - managed to sneak out of the congestion and we arrived at the airport* in the nick of time.

* Our caring employer booked us coach (!) for the domestic leg. Did you know that on Jet Airways only business class passenges get a life vest? Coach is supposed to use the seat pad a floating support.