Today began as a relaxing day - we ate a nice breakfast and drank a lot of tea, went shopping, bought more tea to bring home, and finished our packing. We even got to the Kathmandu airport with plenty of time to go before our flight. We did, though, lose Labiba - our airport navigator extraordinaire. Labiba, if you read this, you're going to shake your head at us.
Even though we were early to the airport in Kathmandu, our flight did not follow suite. We didn't even start boarding the plane until about 15 minutes before we supposed to take off. 20 minutes after we were supposed to take off, we were apparently ready to go, but there was an announcement that the entire airport would be shutting down for the next 40 minutes because there would be "VIP movement". Under normal circumstances this would not have been a big deal, but we had a two hour layover in Dehli in which we were supposed to collect our checked bags (which had only been checked to Delhi for some reason), go through customs and immigration, check into our next flight, and then go through security again. No easy task there for one hour of time in an airport.
Once we got to Delhi, one hour from our next flight departure, we were frantically running through the confusing Delhi airport and probably looking pretty ridiculous. A nice man who worked for Air India found us and decided to lead us through the rest of our airport adventure so that we actually did things in the correct order and without getting lost. This little man in an orange shirt led us around the airport and got us to the front of some lines. We even went through these weird back hallways to get around going through the duty free shops in the airport. We made our flight just in time, and all the thanks is due to this little man in the orange shirt. Labiba, if you were here he would not have found us running through the airport with looks of panic on our faces, but I'm sure you're glad you just get to hear about this airport adventure.
Our flights after that were far less exciting. We had a new leg of the trip to start - we checked in at the Mumbai International terminal (a lovely shuttle ride from the domestic terminal, which we had discovered last time we were at the Mumbai airports), flew to Paris, then back to Detroit. We lost Andrea on this part too, she went straight from Mumbai to Athens to have more adventures in Europe. Outside of some brief moments of delirium in the Paris airport everything went as scheduled. We flew to Paris, were judged for our plane clothes by the Parisians (who all wear heels and dresses to the airport. I'm not doing that for 40 hours of travel, thank you), then flew to Detroit and went home.
Home means laundry, the dentist (my wisdom teeth are coming out this summer...), and more visa applications!
Even though we were early to the airport in Kathmandu, our flight did not follow suite. We didn't even start boarding the plane until about 15 minutes before we supposed to take off. 20 minutes after we were supposed to take off, we were apparently ready to go, but there was an announcement that the entire airport would be shutting down for the next 40 minutes because there would be "VIP movement". Under normal circumstances this would not have been a big deal, but we had a two hour layover in Dehli in which we were supposed to collect our checked bags (which had only been checked to Delhi for some reason), go through customs and immigration, check into our next flight, and then go through security again. No easy task there for one hour of time in an airport.
Once we got to Delhi, one hour from our next flight departure, we were frantically running through the confusing Delhi airport and probably looking pretty ridiculous. A nice man who worked for Air India found us and decided to lead us through the rest of our airport adventure so that we actually did things in the correct order and without getting lost. This little man in an orange shirt led us around the airport and got us to the front of some lines. We even went through these weird back hallways to get around going through the duty free shops in the airport. We made our flight just in time, and all the thanks is due to this little man in the orange shirt. Labiba, if you were here he would not have found us running through the airport with looks of panic on our faces, but I'm sure you're glad you just get to hear about this airport adventure.
Our flights after that were far less exciting. We had a new leg of the trip to start - we checked in at the Mumbai International terminal (a lovely shuttle ride from the domestic terminal, which we had discovered last time we were at the Mumbai airports), flew to Paris, then back to Detroit. We lost Andrea on this part too, she went straight from Mumbai to Athens to have more adventures in Europe. Outside of some brief moments of delirium in the Paris airport everything went as scheduled. We flew to Paris, were judged for our plane clothes by the Parisians (who all wear heels and dresses to the airport. I'm not doing that for 40 hours of travel, thank you), then flew to Detroit and went home.
Home means laundry, the dentist (my wisdom teeth are coming out this summer...), and more visa applications!
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