Got up at 8 today showered and got into interview clothes. This was to be the 4 interview marathon. First breakfast, then on the train by 9. The train was packed, as always, but we squeezed on. Heading north we were on the way to Malad (the furthest north we had been) and as we drew closer it was clear this was going to be a western style district of huge office buildings. Nicole is reading a book that suggests that when they build big buildings they allow the workers to build slums next the site so they are close to work. These are meant to be removed after building is complete but the often are left and people keep adding more shacks and more people. This is true I think in this area. The glistening buildings are surrounded on the train line side by shanty towns all along the train line for as far as you can see. The smell was a mix of sewage and putrefying food. We took a cab to avoid the smell (yes it was that bad) and he took us to the address, with only a few stops to ask where it was. The building was number 16 of a set of huge buildings, all glass and marble. The Sutherland global services was not too hard to find but it was packed with applicants. We filled in some forms (as much as we understood) and waited. After an hour or so A guy came out asked us about visas we explained to get the working visa we needed a job offer. He left us to talk to his boss and didn't come back for an hour (must have been a long walk to the bosses office. When he came back he said his boss was not at work today, he would ask him tomorrow and ring us.We used the posh westernised coffee shop on the ground floor (ate pizza and milk shake) and left.Back at the hotel Clementine (our helpful receptionist) told me about a guy who owns a resort in Goa and who needed a manager. She gave me a number and a name, so I made the call. Ivoi was the guys name and I found him difficult to understand and after some confusion he told me he lived close and would send a car to pick me up in an hour. The owner of our hotel (Sir) asked to see me and Nicole, so we went to his office. I can only describe him as a sort of Sikh father Christmas physically and he spoke very softly for such a large (around the middle)man. Madame (his wife) usually very outspoken and controlling sat away from us three at the desk (on a sort of kiddies table) and said very little. We chatted for a bit about his new restaurant that was under construction (that they only seem to work on in the middle of the night when you want to sleep). He said he would have been happy for me to run it but it would not be ready for about three more months (Indian time). He told me all about his friend Ivoi and said I would do well to work for him. With only half an hour till Ivoi arrived I told sir I must go and change into my suit and he said "I saw you in your suit the other day, you looked awesome". I thanked him but I don't think I managed to hide my surprise at him using the word 'awesome'! I changed, the car arrived (huge, like an air conditioned yacht) and we left. He lived in Bandra and we made polite conversation as we drove. The house was big and the living room was immaculate. There was carved had made cupboards, chairs and tables, flowers everywhere, white gladiolas and red chrysanthemums. Then we realised they were Catholics. This was obvious when we saw a huge picture of Jesus (it took up half a wall). The lady of the house was very chatty (with good English and a USA accent) she was in western cloths and obviously had money but didn't need to show it. She offered me a job within minutes of reading my CV. She asked me to go to Goa and look at the place I would live at the hotel in an apartment, use the facilities, try the food, meet the general manager, and then we would talk about what she wanted and pay. (She actually seemed to imply we might not want the job, little did she know we are getting desperate! N. Ed.) We exchanged numbers and she said she would arrange it then ring me. I didn't realise till after we left that the guy who picked us up was the husband and the co-owner. In that house it's clear who makes all the decisions. Her driver (not her husband) dropped us back at the hotel, I noticed no scratches on the car so he must have been very good at his job.The monsoon was in full force when we arrived back at the hotel, we changed quickly and went to the bar for dinner. The food was not what we had ordered (the nice bar owner decided he could do better than us at choosing N. Ed.) but seemed to be a cheese (huge dairylee shaped triangles) pasanda, and something else far more spicy (will try to find out what) with nan breads. Returning to our room we had vodka (snaffled from the bar) and coke in our room and watched criminal minds till we fell asleep.