Wednesday, 23 September 2015

The Emily has landed!

Leaving India is never a smooth and easy process as the love of paperwork extends to immigration at the airports.  Whenever we leave we have to take with us our registration certificates (a convenient A4 size!) and printed copies of our tickets.  Despite being told that we didn't need registration certificates for children, the immigration officer asked for them then went off to phone to check we didn't need them! 

When he came to check Emily's passport he asked about her being born in Chennai  and then made sure that we were bringing her back! I am now slightly nervous that being born in India means belonging to India!!

The flight to Dubai was pretty straight forward and we had an extra seat which was handy.

                                   

                                   

                                   

 When we got to the airport in Dubai we found a great area for the boys to play.  There was an area for Emily to sit and play in too but unfortunately someone was sleeping in it!  

                                  

                                  

Sam has automatic access to the Emirates Business lounge but cannot take us all in so decided not to go.  However he then realised that Emily had never been and quickly whisked her off!

                                  
The flight to the UK was equally smooth and everyone managed to get a bit of sleep.

                                 


                                 

                                 
We all felt a huge sense of relief as Emily's passport was checked and we were ushered through immigration. 
                                 


Wednesday, 16 September 2015

Passport Pandemonium!

We should have known when the hospital here in Chennai failed to put Emily's name on her birth certificate, that she was destined to be a child for whom obtaining official documents would be a nightmare.  This fact was quickly confirmed a few weeks in to the passport process.

Due to the slow issuing of her birth certificate we knew that the 16 week processing time on new passport applications from India would take us right up to the date we wanted to fly.  But that was not a problem we thought, we would just have a shorter trip home this summer. 

After the UK passport office had had our application about six weeks I gave them a call to find out where in the process Emily's passport was.  Undergoing routine security checks was the response.  I happily ended the call thinking that it was good that it was progressing.  However, the following week my father was admitted to hospital and I telephoned the UK to see if I could speed the passport up in case we needed to fly home.  I was promised a phone call from the examiner dealing with Emily's passport, to this day I have never received the call.  I was also advised to go down the route of an emergency travel permit.  Therefore I contacted consulate services and they gave me an email address of someone at the Deputy High Commission in Chennai.  I sent an email explaining the situation and got one back not saying they were sorry for the situation we were in but with a first line which asked 'how did you get this email address'!  From there everything went downhill.

I began to phone the UK once a week to track the progress, each time the response was that it was undergoing routine security checks.  It was incredibly frustrating being abroad and not being able to get any sort of response.  Eventually we were called to an interview at the Deputy High Comission.  Everyone else there was Indian, the woman interviewing us even did a double take when we sat down.  When I questioned why we had been called for interview she said that all overseas passport applications go through the same process. I informed her that I knew of three British family's in our situation who hadn't been called and she basically insinuated that I was a liar! 

Following the interview it took a further two weeks until the passport was finally printed.  It was then couriered to Delhi where is must have sat on someone's desk for over a week!  I tried to telephone but was told they didn't take phone calls about passports and if I needed further information I should phone the UK!!  I was transferred to consular services who told me in no uncertain terms that this was nothing to do with them.  Eventually the passport made its way to the visa office in Chennai where we went to collect it.

                                  

                                 

                                  

                                
Having received the passport we were able to book our flights and begin the, not so simple, process of getting Emily a visa.  For the visa they require fresh copies of all the information they already have, letters from Sam's work and any other bit of random information they can think to ask for.  Sometimes despite what is on their website they ask for further documents!

Finally we got a date for an interview at the FRRO (Foreigners Regional Registration Office) and Sam, Emily and I went along.  The first hitch (because whoever you are and however well prepared you are there is always a hitch) was that the photocopy of our marriage certificate provided by the immigration specialists was missing a cm, basically the outside line of a box! However that paled in to insignificance when we realised the 'specialists' had forgotten to included the Form C- the most important document. The agent headed back to his office to collect the paperwork needed, telling us he would be twenty minutes.  An hour and a half later he turned up and the visa process began. Finally Emily was issued with her visa after being at the office for five hours!  

       
   

And the exciting thing is we are all due back there in October to begin the visa renewal process for all of us! 

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

Mooching around Mahabs

Back in June when school finished and we realised that Emily's passport wasn't coming and people gradually left us behind in Chennai, the summer stretched endlessly before us.  In reality the eight weeks of school holidays went by rather too quickly and were much more fun filled than we had anticipated.  Rather like in Shanghai not everyone abandons ship for the whole summer and our friends kindly staggered their holidays!

As the end approached we decided to give ourselves a treat and head off to a resort hotel down the coast.  The small town of Mahabulipuram is a 45 minute drive from Chennai and although it has many similarities it has a more laid back feel.




We left our house early, arriving in Mahabs at about 9:30 needing coffee.  In Chennai cafes tend to not get going until about 11 (something we have found hard to get used to), however it was a different story in Mahabs.  Mahabulipuram is a bit of a backpackers destination and the feel of the place transported Sam and I back 15 years.  As soon as we drove in to the town there was a wealth of cafes open for breakfast and serving good coffee.  We found a great place on the Main Street and while the boys tucked in to Nutella pancakes we feasted on masala omelettes.




After saiting our hunger we headed to the park to see the temples and rock carvings and the famous 'butterball', a huge rock picariously balanced on a slope.




On entering the park we made the mistake of engaging in conversation with a self appointed guide.  He spent the next hour accompanying us around.




He had some good local knowledge and took us to a small temple but it all got a bit awkward at the end when we returned via his shop.  Despite our refusals he couldn't understand that we really didn't want to buy anything.  Unfortunately in these situations it is almost expected that you buy something even if you don't want it!  Luckily Emily provided us with a get out and we wandered back in to town to get lunch. 





For lunch we had been recommended a restaurant called Moonrakers.  William and 
Oliver enjoyed the novelty of being able to select their seafood before it had died!



 Following lunch we headed to our hotel to relax by the pool.  




The next morning was rather eventful.  Emily turned six months and had her first taste of solids.  She seemed mildly interested in the banana and idly (soft steamed rice cake) we gave her, although rather a lot ended up on the floor.  




Missing our strolls in Shanghai to get coffee we decided to head in to town via the beach.  The sand was pretty firm and for the first section pushing the buggy was easy.  However it became more tricky and as we left the vicinity of the hotel the beach was less clean in terms of washed up sealife.  Our idillic stroll barefoot along the sand quickly became a disaster as the buggy got bogged down, the boys narrowly avoided treading in all sorts and Sam trod on a sea urchin! 




Luckily we had just about made it to the path in to the town and we limped along and flopped in to our cafe for crepes and coffee.  About an hour later, feeling much restored and discovering the sea urchin hadn't left too much behind we explored a little more.  The rock carvings were magnificent and we decided to leave the main shore Temple for another visit. 









On the walk back to our hotel we picked up some antibiotic cream from a pharmacy and asked for tweezers.  However, in order to buy them we had to go to a metal shop!  We made it back to the hotel in one piece for lunch and a relax by the pool.  





Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Out With The Minions

At the start of my summer holiday week off, I decided to take William and Oliver to the cinema to watch The Minions, along with their two friends Emma and Filipo, who live opposite us. Going to the cinema is a very popular past time in India and I had heard that the audiences tend to be quite vocal throughout, rather like being at a concert or a comedy show, so I was keen to go along. We were able to book our seats on line and also pre-order food, so we opted for popcorn and drinks. We arrived few minutes before the film was due to start, and given it was almost sold out, were surprised to find the cinema almost empty...



The film started and for the first five minutes or so people started piling in, so clearly as far as the locals are concerned IST (India Stretched Time) applies to the cinema too!  After about 30 minutes a man suddenly appeared at the end of our aisle with a tray full of food, some of which was ours.  He shuffled down the aisle trying to find our food using a torch and handed it out, whilst blocking the view for the people in the rows behind us, but nobody seemed bothered. He proceeded to work his way around the cinema handing out all the food and moments after he had finished, the filmed stopped, as it was time for the 10 minute interval and what I would have thought would be the actual time for food to be handed out.  It appears IST is not adhered to by all!

The children enjoyed the film, as did I, and at various points during the film people cheered and clapped, so it lived up to my expectations, although I have a feeling I need to go to a Tamil film to really get the full experience.