India has its very frustrating side and today I am just not in the mood to follow my own advice in my ‘Shanti, Shanti’ post - though I may just have too.

My plan for the day:

• Visit Hyderabad’s famous Bazaars (after a quick detour to post office)
• Pack my clean cloths 
• Fly out of here

Actual day:

• Suit has not been delivered; go back to shops
• Laundry came back and was not washed (”man went on holiday”)
• Post office detour took over 2 hours, after the procrastinated packaging job by the Chai Walla (canteen operator) nearby was deemed inappropriate; nearly got run over by a motorbike while crossing the road; pleaded with an ofice worker on the other side of the road to give me some brown tape (”clear tape not acceptable… we are a post office, don’t sell packaging items”); a few further attempts at packing; a walk to another street to photocopy Post office forms (”this is our last one, you need three”);
• No time for hyderabad’s bazaars
• Running late for flight

Shanti, Shanti