The day before classes begin. The CU folks load 18 of us into 6 auto-rickshaw (capacity, 3 each) and send us across town for an all-day process of getting a residency permit. This makes the passport & visa process look like a day spent fishing. This desk. That form. The line over there. I'm now six hours into the process, with another hour to go.
So I duck into a neighborhood bar for a bottle of Kingfisher. This bar reminds me of the one in Star Wars. I MAY be the first foreigner to ever set foot in here. But despite the stares I'm getting, the beer's cold and I'm not standing in line.
So I duck into a neighborhood bar for a bottle of Kingfisher. This bar reminds me of the one in Star Wars. I MAY be the first foreigner to ever set foot in here. But despite the stares I'm getting, the beer's cold and I'm not standing in line.
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