Monday, 24 November 2008

Dateline: London, W9

Fantastically, for the past two months my life has consisted of: croissant or pain au chocolat for breakast? Sightseeing, shopping or wi-finding? Spanish Vogue or Paris Tales? Pretty much, the hardest decision I've had to face is whether to check into a serviced apartment or a pensione. Yup, travel's a tough life.

But it's all set to change, in about a week. Husband-like creature and myself are due to touch down in Bombay/Mumbai, home to two generations of parental ancestry, and try to build a life. We're starting from scratch: no jobs, no home, and a fairly scant address book.

It's been six years since I last visited the city; and HLC's maiden voyage. He points out he'll likely have a better time of it than me, coming with no pre-conceived notions. In contrast, he says, I'm the one more likely to be pointing and shrieking things like "look, paved roads!" etc.

At this stage we have no idea what to expect. But that's kinda cool, rapidly diminishing bank accounts notwithstanding. A global recession might not be the best time to quit one's job and move countries. Luckily, we both can, and will, work. HLC, despite being Australian of birth and pink of skin, is now officially deemed a Person of Indian Origin, and consequently can work and buy property. We're very much looking forward to seeing the looks on the faces of customs officials when we arrive in the Non-Aliens queue at Mumbai airport.

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