The stop in Mumbai was of only 2 hours but it was more than enough time to befriend a Thai lady who lives in Newark, to be harrassed by a few Indian men, to eat food so spicy I wondered if my teeth were going to fall off and to say once again ''only in India!''. It's a bit like the sign above, my Thai friend thought it was funny while I just looked at her with a serious expression and said 'you've never been to India.'. She was surprised. 'No, no I haven't.' I smiled. 'If you had you'd think that that sign should be in a more visible spot.'
One of my favorite bit was passing 5 security checks all with x-rays and the very modern system of... stamps. However my ultra favorite was being told to hurry to the gate, being told to walk faster to boarding, having of course 3 different queues each time and then... waiting at the stairs. Waiting for what? No one was quite sure. 20 minutes later the crew arrived and passed the crowd. We still waited. One passenger in the front was reporting to the back: 'It's raining.'
When at last the door was open, we were still stuck, the rain was ready to make boats out of the airplanes. There was only one light outside making the scenery even more eerie. Imagine hearing the biggest amount of water you'll ever hear falling while seing glimpses of airplanes (depending on where the lightning struck) and people walking back and forth. Part of the ground crew was chatting away next to us, oblivious to the moment.
I turned on my flash and decided to have fun. My feet were already wet so why not? After a few moments someone turned on the lights.
That dude with the automatic riffle was suddenly standing next to the passengers. Where did he come from? Had he been there all the time? I mean, had a creeepy guy with a gun been standing next to us in the dark?...
And this is how we entered the bus. We crossed a puddle that was anckle deep as quickly as we could (did I mention wheelchair bound passengers?), the lady with the umbrella was standing at the door instead of walking with us trying to cover us and the bus was wet inside, chairs included. And yes, we had to do the same while leaving the bus and entering the plane except that while walking to the plane we had a guy scream at us 'Faster! Keep going!' even tough there was only one door and five people stuck trying to get in. I was rarely that happy to be in shape.
The stop in Mumbai was of only 2 hours but it was more than enough time to befriend a Thai lady who lives in Newark, to be harrassed by a few Indian men, to eat food so spicy I wondered if my teeth were going to fall off and to say once again ''only in India!''. It's a bit like the sign above, my Thai friend thought it was funny while I just looked at her with a serious expression and said 'you've never been to India.'. She was surprised. 'No, no I haven't.' I smiled. 'If you had you'd think that that sign should be in a more visible spot.'
One of my favorite bit was passing 5 security checks all with x-rays and the very modern system of... stamps. However my ultra favorite was being told to hurry to the gate, being told to walk faster to boarding, having of course 3 different queues each time and then... waiting at the stairs. Waiting for what? No one was quite sure. 20 minutes later the crew arrived and passed the crowd. We still waited. One passenger in the front was reporting to the back: 'It's raining.'
When at last the door was open, we were still stuck, the rain was ready to make boats out of the airplanes. There was only one light outside making the scenery even more eerie. Imagine hearing the biggest amount of water you'll ever hear falling while seing glimpses of airplanes (depending on where the lightning struck) and people walking back and forth. Part of the ground crew was chatting away next to us, oblivious to the moment.
I turned on my flash and decided to have fun. My feet were already wet so why not? After a few moments someone turned on the lights.
That dude with the automatic riffle was suddenly standing next to the passengers. Where did he come from? Had he been there all the time? I mean, had a creeepy guy with a gun been standing next to us in the dark?...
And this is how we entered the bus. We crossed a puddle that was anckle deep as quickly as we could (did I mention wheelchair bound passengers?), the lady with the umbrella was standing at the door instead of walking with us trying to cover us and the bus was wet inside, chairs included. And yes, we had to do the same while leaving the bus and entering the plane except that while walking to the plane we had a guy scream at us 'Faster! Keep going!' even tough there was only one door and five people stuck trying to get in. I was rarely that happy to be in shape.
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