I love the efficiency of the Singaporeans. I show up at a fairly crowded embassy, and an hour later, after standing in two lines and receiving a private interview, I was told to return in ninety minutes to pick up my passport. I showed up a few minutes early, my name was called shortly after that, and I was done.
And so I could continue on to India this evening, but it turns out I have a couple of cousins living here. Bizarre. I find my way into the city, find a cheap hotel near the embassy, and learn by email that I’m within half a kilometer of two relatives. Seems like I can’t throw a stone anywhere in the world without breaking the window of a P.R. Mahadevan family member.
And so, I’m going to stay an extra day. I already had lunch with one, and I’m joining both this evening. The second is off work tomorrow, so we’ll go play tourist a bit, and then we’re both flying to India about the same time tomorrow evening. (Unfortunately, for a funeral as opposed to a wedding.)
In any case, an interesting detour. Life works out when you give it the chance.
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