Post from Michelle:
Our flight from Bangkok to Mumbai in many ways is like any other flight - dry air that makes my hair limp, safety instructions I hope I never have to use, and smelly bathrooms. In my seat, somewhere high over Burma, I sit in nervous expectation:INDIA! I have no idea what to expect.
From other traveler's tales I know when the plane lands I will enter a world of spicy food, millions of Hindi gods, naked holy men, crazy driving, and deep tradition. Flight 309 offers me a small introduction to what's ahead - the stewardesses wear saris, Indian curry is served for dinner, the in-flight movie is in Hindi, and the man sitting in the next seat wears a turban and a bushy black beard.
In the next four weeks I will learn much.
From other traveler's tales I know when the plane lands I will enter a world of spicy food, millions of Hindi gods, naked holy men, crazy driving, and deep tradition. Flight 309 offers me a small introduction to what's ahead - the stewardesses wear saris, Indian curry is served for dinner, the in-flight movie is in Hindi, and the man sitting in the next seat wears a turban and a bushy black beard.
In the next four weeks I will learn much.