Thank you Tom/Brett/Molly for your calls and the instructions and for wiring the money out. You’ve saved my life but as I say I’m not sure when I am going to be able to make it back. The consulate still have my passport and for now I am staying put. Still, and you’ve got to look on the bright side, it’s warm and things are more or less OK. For anyone else reading this, I am still in India having been separated from the main crew after a mix up in Mumbai city centre caused by (of course) a giant milk transporter crashing into a sweet shop at what seemed like their equivalent of oxford circus. To add insult to injury I hate milk and gag whenever I see it and there was loads of it all over the place and in the heat it was rank.
Anyway, I will be staying put until monday
at least. For some reason the police thought I was in some way involved. Anyhow. Here I am. I missed the shoot. But I suppose it is cool!
I met a man two hours ago who could imitate voices perfectly. I got him to speak to my mum on the phone.
Bye for now. It’s hot.
THE INTERN (ATIONAL)
