Continued from here

Wednesday flew by. Well, as much as any day spent sitting in too-cold conference rooms, listening to people try to explain why you should select them for a partner, can fly. Maybe I just went comatose.

Also, try as I might, the only thing I can remember about dinner was that we had assigned seats – and guess who got to sit next to Douchenoodle #3? He wanted to give me Chicago real estate advice.

Okay. In all fairness, he is from Chicago, but really – picture George H.W. Bush’s smirk-y face spouting off about the pros and cons of ‘burbs versus city living (for 3 hours)while sitting in a hotel restaurant in India, in December, surrounded by Christmas lights, while it’s 85 degrees outside. Rather surreal (or maybe it was the different wine with each course of the 7-course meal) (I guess I do remember a little more about that dinner than I thought) (But only because I’ve been sitting here for 15 minutes staring at this paragraph and TRYING to remember) (Now my brain hurts).

Annyyyyywayyyyyyyy. I made my excuses for an early-ish night.

Thursday morning, we headed back to the Bangalore airport after I snapped some more photos on the hotel grounds. These are from the Leela Palace Kempinski.

Never have I seen so many different kinds of palm trees.

Of course, I thought to myself, “I’ll remember what the name of this is”. Ha! Anyone know? Anyone? Bueller?

The only elephants I saw during this trip.

I wondered why I kept hearing running water.

We left for the airport in our Mercedes sedans (We’d been carted around in Toyotas and buses up to that point…this vendor brought out the big guns to go along with the multi-course meal.) and once again, I handed over my suitcase to the mysterious woman behind the counter.

We made our way through security, grabbed coffee and something that was supposed to pass for a croissant and waited for our flight’s boarding call. The driver had warned us that “this is pretty foggy for Bangalore”, so we weren’t horribly surprised when we were delayed for 30 minutes. Heck, it gave us time to grab another cup of swill coffee.

When we did finally get out to the plane (we had to take a shuttle out to the furthest reaches of the tarmac) and into our seats, I snapped this photo so you all would know I was NOT traveling in the lap of luxury the entire time.

At least no one had to crank the propellers to get us started.

Breakfast on the plane? Corn and cheese sandwiches.

—- You think I’m kidding? Go look. Ours, however, weren’t toasted, dammit. —-

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