Or from the google search thrown images: sterile bright blue skyline, quite gleaming high rises and wide avenues.

The reality: Flying in low over dozens then hundreds and then thousands of what look like sheds. Other areas are hilly, which I hadn’t imagined and houses cover them. The airport is efficient and I am in a taxi in 20 or 30min. Surely it can’t always be thus? A new airport to open in 5 days the driver assures me. Wide highways and then classically chaotic roads, jumbles of motorized rickshaws, vans, buses and cars. The air is warm, the air con cold. People everywhere. Lights. Action. Eat. Stroll. It is 11pm on Sunday, we drive along a curve of a beach referred to as a necklace because of how the illuminating lights are viewed from above. The next morning the short walk to the office is along uneven but human scale side walks. Indeterminate smells - some nauseating and some pleasant. More people. Security guards, office workers, taxi drivers, and even, one inside the building, a lift operator.