No Thanks, and Leaky Cups

I went to Mysore and Hassan over the weekend. Very cool stuff. Indians drive completely insane.

Many many many people try to sell you things if you look like a tourist in India. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve said “No Thanks”. I’ll put the pictures online when I get home.

On another note, paper cups in India tend to be leaky. I’ve had two today that drip from the bottom seal. Ramesh had one at lunch that squirted. :)

Heading to Bangalore

Tomorrow I’m flying to Bangalore, India via Seoul, South Korea and Mumbai, India:

I’ll be visiting Yahoo! India and giving them some training on MySQL. I’m hoping for nice weather and really nice food! I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures for the gallery.

Here’s my itinerary:

From San Francisco to Bangalore:

Depart San Francisco  Mar 30 @ 13:20        Korean Air 24
Arrive Seoul          Mar 31 @ 19:00        (12h40m)
Depart Seoul          Mar 31 @ 20:50        Korean Air 655
Arrive Mumbai         Apr  1 @ 02:10        (8h50m)
Depart Mumbai         Apr  1 @ 06:15        Indian Airlines 105
Arrive Bangalore      Apr  1 @ 07:45        (1h30m)

From Bangalore to San Francisco:

Depart Bangalore      Apr 11 @ 22:30        Jet Airways 2412
Arrive Mumbai         Apr 12 @ 00:45        (2h15m)
Depart Mumbai         Apr 12 @ 04:00        Korean Air 656
Arrive Seoul          Apr 12 @ 14:45        (7h15m)
Depart Seoul          Apr 12 @ 18:15        Korean Air 23
Arrive San Francisco  Apr 12 @ 12:35        (10h20m)

Ejected!

Interesting, kinda funny. We had the following flights: Houston -> Phoenix -> San Jose.

In Houston, the departing flight was delayed 20 minutes due to the incoming flight arriving late. They asked that everyone get on as quickly as possible, since many people had tight connections and we hoped to make up some time in the air. We all got on the plane only reasonably late. All was well.

Then, an important phone call had to be made. So important, apparently, that the guy making it refused to hang up when the flight attendant asked him to. It wasn’t so much like “no!” as “OK” and then him doing nothing instead of hanging up. He wanted to say goodbye. The flight attendant got upset. He still did nothing. There was yelling.

The pursor for the flight came by, she said “He won’t hang up.” and off he went with a departing “OK, I’ll get a gate agent.” The wait begins. We had to wait for a gate agent to board the plane and escort the guy off. He still wouldn’t go, asking “Is there a problem?”

Well, they ejected him finally, and we got to leave. An hour late.

We missed our connection. Stuck in Phoenix now, heh. At least the airline is paying for the hotel.