Well hmmm... My parents were supposed to arrive in Colombo tonight, but they're stuck in the Bombay airport for about 27 hours. I am not a fan of Bombay (Mumbai), having spent a few hours there myself. My mom called today to tell me what was going on. Apparently they weren't issued boarding passes and their plane left without them. They were then stuck in the transit lounge for 15 hours before they finally got bumped to a different lounge. They're #20 on the waiting list for the next flight to Colombo, and the airline is swearing up and down that they'll get my parents on that flight. Riiight.
...except that I sort of believe them, because I know my dad. And my dad is one of those people who becomes...unpleasant...when other people screw up and waste his time. Words are exchanged. Promises are made. People's mothers are insulted. Verbal violence becomes imminent. And at about this point, I usually leave the house, because I start to feel really bad for the phone company (it's usually the phone company. They're legendary. Although after last summer's A/C fiasco, Sears is a close second). Right, so my dad, slow motion powder keg that he is, is stuck in Bombay for 27 hours with no way to leave and no guarantee that he'll even be on the next flight. If I were in Bombay, I'd want him out of the country as soon as possible.*
The other big story is that I am also in Colombo. Meg and I are developing a web site for YEF and their tech guy works in Colombo during the week. We really need to work with him, so on Monday we packed up and went to Colombo. We leave for Weligama tomorrow, and then Friday we head off to Hambantota to hand over their website and their database. Party!
Meanwhile, heat is no good for laptops, and mine is no exception. I pulled it out last Sunday for work and I couldn't figure out why my case was suddenly warped. Until, that is, I turned the thing over and found the battery doing a good impression of a balloon. One of the l-ion packs seems to be in the process of exploding, and it's screwing up everything. So now I have no laptop battery.
We briefly encountered an Australian woman at our guest house, and she's into food in a big way. Tracy had dinner with us one night, and Meg sat in gaping awe as Tracy and I went back and forth describing our favorite foods from home. The memories of pesto and apple pie and spanakopita evoked emotions that I haven't felt in weeks. Something awoke inside of me...It was sort of like porn. "You guys sort of almost had a cigarette after." -Meg
Tracy headed off to Unawatuna on Monday morning, so that was the end of the food fetishism.
*Sorry Dad. It's not a bad thing. It just is.
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