“Sir. There is a problem with your visa and you must vacate the hotel immediately.”
We’d already taken a shower, unpacked our clothes for the wedding reception and were trying to relax and watch some mindless TV. I tried to reason with him. “I thought the situation was clear. I have the required papers showing my visa extension is under consideration and I went and got papers for my fiancée. Our stay was approved.”
The attendant was unmoved. “I’m sorry, sir. You must vacate immediately.”
I resisted the urge to slam the door in his face or shout obscenities, despite my overflowing exasperation. It wouldn’t do any good to get angry. After nearly a full day of running around Thiruvananthapuram trying simply to get a room for the night, it was finally time to give up. Bureaucracy had beaten us.