in 1972 I spent 7 months trading AG to India on a tanker, mainly to Kandhla and Port Okha in the Gulf of Kutch, Gujarat State.
I quickly learnt that, Gujarat being a dry state, the officials liked to sit and enjoy their Johnny Walker Black Label as long as possible. They would always be able to find something wrong to drag out the time.
After a couple of trips I decided to invite the local main dignitaries in each of these ports on board for a meal, (incl. meat which is also banned in Gujarat) and more Black Label. Repeating this abt. every two months or so.
That worked to take their arrogance down a notch or two, but they still took their sweet time to grant free pratique.
Next step; I got the Carpenter to make a long table in the Owner’s Dining Saloon, with a bench that was a little bit too high, a little too narrow and sloping slightly away from the back rest. Generally made to be NOT comfortable.
A couple of chairs for the Agent and Sparks on the other side of the table and a VERY comfortable arm chair at the end of the table for yours truly completed the furnishing.
Nobody lasted more than an hour or so on the bench. The Indian fear of their bosses kept them from complaining too much.
Another thing that irritated me was the habit of taking one cigaret from the packets that the Captain’s Boy put out on the table, then sticking it in their pocket and ORDERING him to put out more.
I bough a nicely carved wooden box with several compartment at the Bazaar in Port Okha and had the Boy fill it with different brands of cigarettes (most State Express 555) and offer it around.
Not very popular, but their bosses and wives MAY be visiting that night, sooo.