Ironic India

We finally, finally have internet access! For the past two weeks in India we’ve been bargaining, bartering, begging, petitioning, and pleading for an Internet connection. Only yesterday were we able to connect to a wireless connection in our hotel. Our accommodations are quite nice here in the hotel, as service and hospitality are integral in Indian culture; and yesterday we were allowed access to the infamous “Third Floor.” The Third Floor is the business level of our hotel, and the management allowed us a bit of office space and connection to their wireless internet. Securing a cell phone SIM card was also a bit of a problem. Thankfully, we have an amazing Bajalia teammate here helping us out. Rajan Pillai has a beautiful servant’s heart and has smoothed out many of the potholes on our trek for technology, as well as transportation and cross-cultural lessons. Here’s the irony in it all: when we have a technological problem in the U.S. we call a help line, and are forwarded on to an out-sourced Indian call center; but, when we have technological glitch IN India, we’re like lost sheep!