Day 27, Sept. 6
As sorry as I was to change my date to have dinner at Peter’s home with his family, the proof I made a good decision was my waking up feeling much better. The cab ride to the airport went without a hitch. We went by a shorter route because of the early Sunday moning time frame. The flight went well and before I knew it I had landed in New Delhi.
Anthony Arulraj was right there watching me wait for my baggage. For once my bags were among the first to come out of the chute. We got a prepaid taxi and we were on our way to the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of India’s building. I took my stuff to my room which was spacious, light, air conditioned, and sporting a clean European bathroom.
I had e-mailed Anthony that I wanted to take him out to lunch. We did go to lunch; but the whole Justice and Peace staff of the CBCI went as well. We ate at a Chinese restaurant. There were two reasons for this choice. It seed tasty, good food. And, it was owned by refugees settled by the staff. Everything was most enjoyable and we hit it of very well. I believe we’ll be in touch for a long time in the future. The Director, Fr. Nithiya Sagayam, ofm. Cap, and Sister Mariola d’Sousa told me about their upcoming trip to Orissa. It’s a long terrifying story of the outrages done to the Catholics there. They were going there Monday to instruct them how they could regain their ID’s which were lost, burned or otherwise destroyed last year. They would return Wednesday.
That was when I would return from a two day tour to Agra and Jaipur. Anthony obtained the services of a driver and found a rectory where I could stay.
After the long happy lunch, I had some time to walk around a bit with the intention to find an ATM machine. I came to a commercial area. I tried three banks. None of their ATM’s would work for e. I thought I was in great trouble. Later I tried and failed to reach the emergency number of USAA. Before I left, I called them twice to make sure they knew I was going to need their services in India. Yet, the machines said my card was unauthorized. More on that later.
As sorry as I was to change my date to have dinner at Peter’s home with his family, the proof I made a good decision was my waking up feeling much better. The cab ride to the airport went without a hitch. We went by a shorter route because of the early Sunday moning time frame. The flight went well and before I knew it I had landed in New Delhi.
Anthony Arulraj was right there watching me wait for my baggage. For once my bags were among the first to come out of the chute. We got a prepaid taxi and we were on our way to the Catholic Bishops’ Conference of India’s building. I took my stuff to my room which was spacious, light, air conditioned, and sporting a clean European bathroom.
I had e-mailed Anthony that I wanted to take him out to lunch. We did go to lunch; but the whole Justice and Peace staff of the CBCI went as well. We ate at a Chinese restaurant. There were two reasons for this choice. It seed tasty, good food. And, it was owned by refugees settled by the staff. Everything was most enjoyable and we hit it of very well. I believe we’ll be in touch for a long time in the future. The Director, Fr. Nithiya Sagayam, ofm. Cap, and Sister Mariola d’Sousa told me about their upcoming trip to Orissa. It’s a long terrifying story of the outrages done to the Catholics there. They were going there Monday to instruct them how they could regain their ID’s which were lost, burned or otherwise destroyed last year. They would return Wednesday.
That was when I would return from a two day tour to Agra and Jaipur. Anthony obtained the services of a driver and found a rectory where I could stay.
After the long happy lunch, I had some time to walk around a bit with the intention to find an ATM machine. I came to a commercial area. I tried three banks. None of their ATM’s would work for e. I thought I was in great trouble. Later I tried and failed to reach the emergency number of USAA. Before I left, I called them twice to make sure they knew I was going to need their services in India. Yet, the machines said my card was unauthorized. More on that later.
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