Today we had to go to the FRRO. FRRO stands for Foreigner Regional Registration Office. They are the ones that regulate the registration, movement, stay, departure and also the recommending of the extension of stay in India. For those that come from immigrant family like mine. . .it is no different than hanging out in the Immigration Office on Jackson in Chicago. (minus the tacos my mom would pack for lunch!) Lots of sitting, people watching and frustration. We all had to go - girls and all. They did a fabulous job with patience. It helped that they took electronics and word puzzles.
For those that have never had to deal with immigration, let me sum it up for you. I would much rather stab myself in the eye with a fork! We were told that when we go on in to try not to make them upset. These people are the ones that would determine if we are allowed to stay or go. All that are in the waiting room with us know that. There is a lot of hush-hush talking and the despiration of keeping little ones quite. After 5 hours there, getting frustrated, I turned to Hubby and said. . ."Let's make out!" For those that don't know - India are not huge on PDA. Read this article to know more: http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2014/11/the-politics-of-pda-in-india-kiss-protest/382877/
So a true make-out experience would have banned us from country for sure! That is just me showing my rebellious side during boredom . . .
Funny things that happened today:
At one point they asked Hubby if I was his daughter. (He swears that they did not say that - but since I am the one writing this blog - its my word against his!)
They thought Olivia was over 16 yrs old. What? They asked us if she had a contract to work.
A random dog was in the building sleeping in the cool corner of the shade.
The rest was pure boredom and people watching.
Here are a few pics
For those that have never had to deal with immigration, let me sum it up for you. I would much rather stab myself in the eye with a fork! We were told that when we go on in to try not to make them upset. These people are the ones that would determine if we are allowed to stay or go. All that are in the waiting room with us know that. There is a lot of hush-hush talking and the despiration of keeping little ones quite. After 5 hours there, getting frustrated, I turned to Hubby and said. . ."Let's make out!" For those that don't know - India are not huge on PDA. Read this article to know more: http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2014/11/the-politics-of-pda-in-india-kiss-protest/382877/
So a true make-out experience would have banned us from country for sure! That is just me showing my rebellious side during boredom . . .
Funny things that happened today:
At one point they asked Hubby if I was his daughter. (He swears that they did not say that - but since I am the one writing this blog - its my word against his!)
They thought Olivia was over 16 yrs old. What? They asked us if she had a contract to work.
A random dog was in the building sleeping in the cool corner of the shade.
The rest was pure boredom and people watching.
Here are a few pics
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| This kid does not look 16! |
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| We left and took a 'sweet' break |
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| Random dog in the building |
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