It is so wonderful to be here in India. We have hooked up to 21st century Indian technology and have pretty much overcome our jet lag. It is really travel fatigue, the lag hits on the return trip. Both Dad and I are showing resilient stamina, so far.
In Frankfurt we had a 2.5 hour layover.in Frankfurt. Frankfurt and Mumbai airports contrast as night and day. Believe it or not, Mumbai (though we reached at night) is like day. The Mumbai airport is colorful, bright, and shiny and there are a host of personnel ready to assist. While in Frankfurt we had a 1/2hour walk (including a 2 minute train ride) from one end of the airport to the other. Perhaps we missed the signs for a transit bus, but most of the cross-terminal trek was through long, bending, sterile hallways where we found few people to ask if we were headed in the right direction. The flight tables that we passed periodically were not that helpful. We travelled on slow and steady with really nothing to look at but the grey halls, empty gates, and the occasional wall covered by the orange Lufthansa logo. Finally we came to the gate and checked in with a lovely Chinese woman who pronounced Feierabend beautifully. The lobby was sunny , warm and comfortable.
We managed the flight with sporadic sleep. I slept on the final flight out of exhaustion. Dad stayed awake watching the flight path showing the Google world images of as we flew over the Black Sea to the Gulf of Arabia.
In Frankfurt we had a 2.5 hour layover.in Frankfurt. Frankfurt and Mumbai airports contrast as night and day. Believe it or not, Mumbai (though we reached at night) is like day. The Mumbai airport is colorful, bright, and shiny and there are a host of personnel ready to assist. While in Frankfurt we had a 1/2hour walk (including a 2 minute train ride) from one end of the airport to the other. Perhaps we missed the signs for a transit bus, but most of the cross-terminal trek was through long, bending, sterile hallways where we found few people to ask if we were headed in the right direction. The flight tables that we passed periodically were not that helpful. We travelled on slow and steady with really nothing to look at but the grey halls, empty gates, and the occasional wall covered by the orange Lufthansa logo. Finally we came to the gate and checked in with a lovely Chinese woman who pronounced Feierabend beautifully. The lobby was sunny , warm and comfortable.
We managed the flight with sporadic sleep. I slept on the final flight out of exhaustion. Dad stayed awake watching the flight path showing the Google world images of as we flew over the Black Sea to the Gulf of Arabia.
We arrived at the lovely apartment we are staying at around 3:45 in the morning. By the time we had showered and settled into sleep the chorus of crows started waking the city. We slept through the increasing crescendo of city noises: scooter rickshaws, dogs barking, multiple bird sounds, and the flip flop of pedestrians walking by. Today a lovely flute off in the distance serenaded our breakfast. A bagpipe accompanying a wedding horse just passed by the street below.
We managed to get out and about town on the first day. Our first visit the Khadi (cotton handmade cloth) Emporium. Then we just drove around the city in a cab.
Still trying to figure out how to work with technology. So please excuse the periodical weird errors on this blog.
Still trying to figure out how to work with technology. So please excuse the periodical weird errors on this blog.
