It would be great to say it was not my mistake and it would be even
better to prove that is was not, now those that know me know that if i can
prove it was not my fault then somehow your all going to know so maybe in a
months time when I get back to England or sooner if I can. I will produce the
evidence to support my crime for innocence or other wise realise it was my
mistake and slink off quietly . So watch this space for proof of innocence or
not.

Even I am thinking what drivel
as I am writing this , the problem is, or was I put the phone numbers out
incorrectly I published the numbers as being 07894 when in fact they should be
07594, so if your at home wondering why you can’t get hold of your love ones,
someone, not me (yet to be proved) copied the wrong numbers,

Now members of the jury, my
defence is I copied the numbers from a spreadsheet straight into the document
to be published I never actually wrote, do you write numbers? Perhaps there is
a particular word for writing numbers, but I digress, I never wrote the
numbers, Iwas in fact pretty pleased with the fact that I had learnt how to
copy and paste,

So lets just do the fact.

1 the published phone numbers
are all wrong.

2. The third digit should be a
5 not an 8

this is India!

Having met up with the band of
brothers Aka Liam John K and and john R on arrival at Birmingham

They have gone through a pretty
rapid induction process into the wile of India which started the second we
landed or should that be should have landed. Having made  our final
approach in a text book manner seconds probably inches rather than feet before
the wheels touched Indian soil the pilot decided to GO AROUND AGAIN. Which if
you haven’t experienced it is a bit hairy and we are not talking puppy dog
hairy we talking big dreadlock hairy, the hairy you wouldn’t want  your
mother to experience . Throttles wide open the plane shaking like an spawning
salmon and worse of all, cameras!  Cameras
on the front showing forward or in my eyes the end of the runway approaching
far to fast.

Belly cameras pointing down to the ground showing how little we
were actually climbing, I  like many were
doing mental arithmetic’s your twelve grade teacher would be proud of, height
over distance divided by distance lost over height gained all I can say is that
there was a certain amount of wetness where none should be found in the normal
course of a day.

Soon enough the calculations
balanced and we were up for another loop and another go, the old woman sat next
to me didn’t see the joke when I said if he gets it wrong again we could be up
here forever. Notice I did say he, I realise I should of said he/she but I know
that I would only be castigated if I had made the slightest suggestion that the
pool could a woman, (we never did find out)

Anyway to allay your fears yes
we landed safely, be that with a bit to firm bump for my liking but we landed.

Immigration is fun

having opted for the E visa we were shephered to a massive lounge with actual lounge chairs we waited patiently for our turn to meet the board or in this case a solidary man armed with a camera charged with checking your e visa