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Hotel room at the Four Seasons, Mumbai
Hotel room at the Four Seasons, Mumbai

 

Bathroom at the Four Seasons, Mumbai
Bathroom at the Four Seasons, Mumbai

 

Soaking tub
Soaking tub looking out over the city

 

Another city, another hotel room. In this case, it’s the Four Seasons in Mumbai. The room was nice enough, on the top floor of the hotel, with a view overlooking Mumbai. The bathroom was lovely, with a big soaking tub that looked out over the city. I imagine it would have been nice to use, if only I’d had the time to use it.

View of Mumbai from the hotel room
View of Mumbai from the hotel room

 

View of Mumbai from the hotel room
View of Mumbai from the hotel room

 

The view out the window wasn’t as picturesque as some other places I’ve stayed. But this is pretty much the extent of what I’ve seen in Mumbai. (I suppose I could add some pictures of the office to give a totally comprehensive report, but you get the idea).

Anyone who thinks corporate travel is grand, or a great way to see the world, hasn’t done much of it. I’ve seen an awful lot of hotels in my career (particularly recently), but not much of the rest of what the cities have to offer!

Hotel
The hotel lobby at the ITC Hyderabad. I saw quite a lot of this.

 

Hotel room at ITC Hyderabad
My room at the ITC Hyderabad. I also saw quite a lot of this.

 

Busses line up at the office
Busses line up at the office. Traffic is so bad, public transport so limited, that most companies arrange transport for their workers.

 

My pictures pretty much sum up my trip to Hyderabad. I saw a lot of the hotel, a lot of the office, and not much else. The city itself is sprawling, and it took us several hours to get into the various offices each morning. The one thing that is constant is the noise: traffic, people, and the constant honking of just about everything on the road.

Quick trip, just two days and one night, hardly long enough to get a feel for the place – but the industry here is everywhere, with huge service centres housing thousands of technology workers clustered together in technology parks. You have to see it to understand what a powerhouse India is positioned to become, to understand the sheer potential of what’s possible when you have a huge, educated workforce this big.

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta skyline

Calcutta was my introduction to India, my baptism of fire, and from everyone I talked to, definitely diving in at the deep end. One of the poorer and less developed parts of India, this definitely hasn’t been dressed up for business visitors or tourists.

The adventure started when I arrived at Kolkata airport around 1am. The airport is pretty much what you expect to find in a third-world country, and was in fact cleaner and more comfortable than the airport in Manila. The passport control was reassuringly bureaucratic, with lots of form filling, stamping, signing, and recording of details in big books.

Like everywhere else in India, the airport was air-conditioned to about 16 degrees. If anyone tells you they’ve been to India and it’s hot, they’re lying. It may be hot in India, but everything here is air-conditioned to the point of being freezing. We walk around in suit jackets all day, the women in sweaters. I thought they kept it cold in Hong Kong, but they’ve got nothing on India.

I met my colleagues off their flight from Frankfurt and we were on our way. Our car arrived, and I got to experience first-hand the mysteries of Indian driving. All the stop lights were red, but that didn’t seem to bother anyone. Our driver never took his foot off the gas the entire journey. A few toots of the horn kept the wandering rickshaws in check, but otherwise the journey was reasonably uneventful.

We finally arrived at the hotel around 3am, and pour ourselves into bed. We were staying at the Hyatt, a 5* oasis surrounded by poverty. Yes, I understand the stark contrasts that this implies, but I console myself by figuring that we’re bringing plenty of jobs to the area – both in the hotel / catering sector as well as in the new jobs our company is creating out here.

Indian traffic

Indian traffic — a sort of mechanical ballet

Delivery van

Delivery van, Indian-style

The next morning was my real introduction to Indian driving. Now daylight, and with much heavier traffic, we once again joined the flow, ignored the red lights, and made our way through town. Occasionally, we passed signs that instructed us to “obey traffic rules.” Whichever ministry in India is guilty of commissioning those signs must be the biggest pork barrel of them all – no one follows rules here!

Once you get over the sheer terror of it – cars coming down the wrong side of the road, dodging cows, bicyclists, pedestrians, rickshaws, and the ubiquitous Hindustan Ambassador taxis that line the road, you come to appreciate the elegant chaos of it all. I can’t work out the rhyme or reason of it, but the whole thing comes off as a kind of mechanical ballet, set to the tune of honking horns.

This much I learned. The horn is indispensable in India. You can replace your wheel with a bicycle tyre. You can replace your hood with cardboard. But if your horn goes, you’re stranded. The soundtrack to driving here is incredible.

Our visit was very successful – we were greeted enthusiastically. I’ve been overwhelmed by the hospitality and kindness of everyone we’ve come across, and I’ve genuinely enjoyed all of the people I’ve met here.

Back to the hotel for dinner, then early to bed. We were up at 4am to catch the 6:30 flight to Hyderabad. More on that in my next post…

A few last shots from Bangkok during the daylight. I had a room on the top floor of the hotel — seemed a shame to waste the view.

Bangkok skyline

Bangkok skyline

Bangkok skyline

Bangkok skyline, with the Chao Phraya river in the background

Jeepney

A local Jeepney

Anthony Bourdain was right. The Filipinos certainly know a thing or two
about how to cook a pig. We went out for a traditional Filipino meal last
night, and ate just about every part of the pig – ears, trotters, loin,
belly – all of it delicious. I’m not sure that it’s terribly healthy (and
judging from the size of most of the Filipinos I’ve come across, not
particularly low-calorie, either), but it certainly is tasty.

We’ve managed to avoid the flood waters – in fact, there isn’t any
evidence of flooding at all where we are. No, the big excitement here is
what happened in the shopping mall across the street.

We’re staying in Makati, which is the upscale business district in Manila.
Across the street is the Greenbelt mall, a collection of all the big
designer brands and jewelers. Sure enough, on Sunday night there was an
armed robbery of the Rolex shop. The thieves got away with 6m pesos worth
of watches, there was a shoot-out with the police, and one of the robbers
was killed. Needless to say, security here is pretty tight right now.

Our workshops are going well, and we’ve been given a warm welcome by the
team on the ground here. One thing that always surprises me is the pride
that people have in their country – no matter whether they come from
Manila, Bangkok, Calcutta, or Paris, there is a real desire to show off
their city and everything it has to offer. It’s no different here, with
our hosts proudly taking us to see the best of what Manila has to offer,
telling us stories of Filipino culture and traditions, and of course, lots
of food.

My super-hero status continues in the Philippines as it did in Bangkok –
like in Thailand, everyone here is convinced that I look like Tobey
McGuire (who played Spiderman in the movie). There are worse people to be
mistaken for.

We finish up here on Friday, then I’m flying to Bangkok for the weekend
for a few days off before heading to Calcutta on Monday night.

The next few months should see a return to the spirit of “Where’s Matthew”, because it looks like I will be travelling constantly (and all over the world) with my next project. I just got back from an overnight trip to Bratislava (where I saw nothing more than the inside of the airport, hotel, and office due to a seriously-delayed flight). Next week I am headed to Budapest for a few days, then off to New York the following week. I am not sure what’s next after that, but the project spans 60 countries and we have committed to visiting the 20 biggest countries at the very least.

As project lead, I have some say in who goes where. It may come as no surprise that I am happy to put my hand up when the opportunity comes to travel to warm, sunny countries for a few days – even more so if I can manage to squeeze in a long weekend break. Now that I have my team onboard, we will hopefully have enough man-power than I can limit my trips to Eastern Europe in the middle of winter…