Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Grandfather

So as you all may or may not know, ATM cards only operate on certain networks. In the states this isn't that big of an issue but when you're out and about you need to find the right ones. Last night I dropped grandpa off at the hotel and gave him the key to the room so I could go withdraw some money for him from the appropriate ATM. After returning from the ATM I went up to the room. No grandpa, no problem thinks I, perhaps he got confused and went to a different floor. So I check every single floor. No grandpa. Perhaps I missed him in the lobby, so I go back down there and check the restaurant as well. No grandpa, by now I start freaking out. Mom will never forgive me if I lost her father in Agra, India. So I start running around getting more and more frantic, until a hotel employee asked me if I was looking for an old man. Evidently he hadn't realized that this was our hotel and when he went through the front door he told the doorman he was there for the party and they showed him to the ballroom, where, I found him contentedly drinking a glass of red wine. Big sigh of relief.

On a different note, my time with the tour is winding down. Everyone else heads back to the states on Sunday and I proceed up north towards amritser and eventually Pakistan. I've been on skype and facebook contact with my best friend Ian in china and we've been working on logistics for my arrival there. It'll be interesting given the lack of language skills but somehow I will survive. Anyway I have to go prepare for dinner au revoir mes cheries.

W.