March 1st,
Saturday came around and Marcus was better and up and about. Merryl and Omar were winging their way across Europe and were due in at 5pm. We had been busy making plans for their arrival. As it was Omar’s birthday the next day we planned to pay for a massage for him and we asked our local restaurant to bake him a cake. They asked us what we’d like to write in icing on the cake for him. After much deliberation we decided on 'U R GAY'.
5pm came and went and there were no sign of them. I had originally planned to take a taxi to the airport but if the plane was delayed things would get complicated. So I left instructions for them to take a pre-paid taxi and gave them the address of the restaurant.
I finally went to check my mail and found out the internal flight (from New Delhi to Goa) had been delayed by an hour. Oh and Omar had forgotten to get a visa for India and had subsequently been deported. Mmmmm…
M finally turned up by taxi looking very tired and a little stressed but very happy. It was so good to see her. She confirmed the story that Omar had forgotten his visa in the UK. They’d tried everything they could think of but it boiled down to the simple fact: No visa no entry. H e’d been put on the next immediate flight home. If it wasn’t his 30th birthday the next day, it would have probably been funny. No, actually, it would have been hilarious. None of us had thought to ask him if he’d applied for his visa and it didn’t cross his mind. It was a simple mistake but we were all of us gutted for him. We sat in the restaurant feeling pretty helpless and downhearted about his misfortune. Then we decided the best course of action would be to have several birthday beers for him. We cancelled the cake. Probably a good thing all in all.
Then it was time for Merryl and I spend some time catching up.
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