Transit in Mumbai

Quinton:  9 hours, 2 chicken curries and 1 blaady long holding pattern over the Arabian Sea later, we find ourselves in Mumbai.

The first recognition from the plane window that we were, once again in a 3rd world country, was the Massey Ferguson tractor speeding toward our plane to offload the luggage.  The second was the fact I found myself literally stuck to my seat in sweat as the overhead display screen ready:  "outside temp:  32 degrees Celcius" - it's 12:30am for heavens sake!

Much to our surprise, due to our late arrival, we had an escort through the airport (fat cat style) and straight onto our next plane headed for Bangkok.