"No room in the inn..."

Thursday I only got four hours of sleep, between being awaked in the middle of my sleep cycle (11:00 a.m.) and four different telephone calls back to New York City to American Express Travel to try to resolve the situation. The people I talked to (at 2:30 a.m. in the morning their time back there) were quite helpful, but they still were unable to get me a room. This hotel was fully booked up, as were two other hotels in Hyderabad whose numbers they found.

What eventually happened was that I got a roll-away bed and shared a room here with my co-trainer Brian. Hotel management was not exactly apologetic Friday morning when I ran into them downstairs. They passed the buck, saying they got my reservation information from a person (with an Indian name, evidently someone local) so it sounds like they acted upon the information they were given, and that the miscommunication happened before the hotel's link in the chain. Still the fact that I have a paper with a guaranteed confirmation number, that no longer exists, is very disquieting.

:(

I taught class that night on four hours of sleep, and the Lord got me through it. Not much energy, but just enough. Friday I had my own room again, and I was so tired THAT day that I slept ten hours, from 10:00 a.m. Saturday morning (when we got back from the office, and after breakfast) until 8:00 Saturday evening, which was just barely enough time to grab a shower and get dressed and jump into our driver's car for the trip to work.

:)

No dinner of course, which is probably why I brought some granola bars along on this trip. Not a bad substitute for real dinner...