The return to Bombay and work.... In colour......
Above, The Times of India Building... A Bombay landmark.
It is hard to explain the workings of the Indian government and its civil service bodies... No one knows exactly how things work, not even them... A visit to the Foreigner's Regional Registration Office has to be made regularly to extend my working visa - and the whole process puzzles me no end. Processes are outdated, respect is demanded furiously by the civil officials and if there is ANY way possible to delay the stamping and approval of anything, then it will be done. Above is a a snap of the downstairs section of the FRRO building in Mumbai, which i think serves as the welfare office / records office for Mumbai... It is very much the same upstairs where we have to get our passports and registration booklets signed and stamped and verified in triplicate yada yada yada ... A little bribe never goes astray in this place either... Note the bundles of paperwork, stacked up to the ceiling. I thought this kind of thing only existed in movies.
My home away from home.... A view of one of the newer rigs here in Offshore India... This rig is actually very close to the Pakistani border, about 10km from land. The helideck in the foreground is my sanctuary for walking around with the iPod in, a couple of hours a day.
Above, The Times of India Building... A Bombay landmark.
It is hard to explain the workings of the Indian government and its civil service bodies... No one knows exactly how things work, not even them... A visit to the Foreigner's Regional Registration Office has to be made regularly to extend my working visa - and the whole process puzzles me no end. Processes are outdated, respect is demanded furiously by the civil officials and if there is ANY way possible to delay the stamping and approval of anything, then it will be done. Above is a a snap of the downstairs section of the FRRO building in Mumbai, which i think serves as the welfare office / records office for Mumbai... It is very much the same upstairs where we have to get our passports and registration booklets signed and stamped and verified in triplicate yada yada yada ... A little bribe never goes astray in this place either... Note the bundles of paperwork, stacked up to the ceiling. I thought this kind of thing only existed in movies.
My home away from home.... A view of one of the newer rigs here in Offshore India... This rig is actually very close to the Pakistani border, about 10km from land. The helideck in the foreground is my sanctuary for walking around with the iPod in, a couple of hours a day.
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