I am too big for plane seats. Remember to go first class next time if it’s cheap enough. ‘Ben Hur’ is a very long film and very cheesy, good old English classics.
No problems with th
e baggage. I feel rude asking for things on board, but then again I have paid for the flight so why not take advantage of the privileges.
I sat next to a well dressed Indian guy. He was travelling back home to India after working 5 years in London. He did say what he did but I didn’t understand what he was saying and didn’t want to appear rude by asking him again. Now and again we made the odd comment to each other, ‘thank you’ mainly, passing food trays to and fro. I think my English was a little fast for him to understand.
Mumbai airport was very busy and there were probably only 3 white people in the whole airport.
Met a guy named Mohammed Rahjeev, from Chennai, who helped me through customs and told me how corrupt Indian airports used to be. He was a very pleasant fellow, but I couldn’t think of much to say, so I didn’t. I got the impression that the stewards thought I was impatient for asking whether I was in the right place or not. How was a supposed to know?
The plane to Bangalore was full of mosquito and just like a coach, but with wings. It was quite an uneventful flight.
Bangalore airport is very new. The Lady at customs let everyone else through apart from me. Ooo, suspicious looking white person. Fair enough though, I was wearing a baseball cap and a dark hoody.
Met with Raj, caught a taxi to his, and talked about his plans. My usual answers were things like, ‘Yeah, I’m up for anything Raj’, whilst positively crapping my pants and wishing I’d done more preparation for this trip.
I’m feeling very overwhelmed already and I’ve only just got here. Prayed to God for my protection and peace. I NEED HIM, PURE AND SIMPLE!
A word from Raj,
‘We are vastly different people from different cultures, but we have one thing that brings us together.....JESUS our Saviour!’ I’d just like to say a huge AMEN to that.
Really hot in Raj’s house, hard bed, didn’t sleep well.
Street dog’s everywhere!
No problems with th
e baggage. I feel rude asking for things on board, but then again I have paid for the flight so why not take advantage of the privileges.I sat next to a well dressed Indian guy. He was travelling back home to India after working 5 years in London. He did say what he did but I didn’t understand what he was saying and didn’t want to appear rude by asking him again. Now and again we made the odd comment to each other, ‘thank you’ mainly, passing food trays to and fro. I think my English was a little fast for him to understand.
Mumbai airport was very busy and there were probably only 3 white people in the whole airport.
Met a guy named Mohammed Rahjeev, from Chennai, who helped me through customs and told me how corrupt Indian airports used to be. He was a very pleasant fellow, but I couldn’t think of much to say, so I didn’t. I got the impression that the stewards thought I was impatient for asking whether I was in the right place or not. How was a supposed to know?
The plane to Bangalore was full of mosquito and just like a coach, but with wings. It was quite an uneventful flight.
Bangalore airport is very new. The Lady at customs let everyone else through apart from me. Ooo, suspicious looking white person. Fair enough though, I was wearing a baseball cap and a dark hoody.
Met with Raj, caught a taxi to his, and talked about his plans. My usual answers were things like, ‘Yeah, I’m up for anything Raj’, whilst positively crapping my pants and wishing I’d done more preparation for this trip.
I’m feeling very overwhelmed already and I’ve only just got here. Prayed to God for my protection and peace. I NEED HIM, PURE AND SIMPLE!
A word from Raj,
‘We are vastly different people from different cultures, but we have one thing that brings us together.....JESUS our Saviour!’ I’d just like to say a huge AMEN to that.
Really hot in Raj’s house, hard bed, didn’t sleep well.
Street dog’s everywhere!
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