Passage to India- Southern Masala Style

Well, let me start off my series of posts on my trip so far with India, which is where I went first. I left the U.S. on July 9 and got to India on the morning of the 11th. That was not a fun trip, but it definitely prepared me for the heat here. First leg of the trip I took American Air to Frankfurt. When I got to Frankfurt, I had no idea where to go, there were no signs in English and when I did finally find a departures board, my flight wasn't on it. Finally I just decided to follow the group of desis that had gotten of the plane with me and they took me right to the gate!

The next leg of my trip was on Gulf Air, which was an experience. First we flew to Bahrain, which was just supposed to be a quick stop (i.e. I wasn't even supposed to get off the plane). For some reason of which I was never informed, they decided to take us off the plane in Bahrain and put us on a new one, which means getting on a bus, going into the airport, going through security again, and then getting on another bus and going to the new plane. Did I mention that it was ungodly hot during this whole process? I was also exhausted at this point because I had not slept the entire trip, due to the very nice but overly talkative man from Oman sitting next to me. He spent half his time trying to convince me that I don't need to buy zabiha meat in the U.S., if I just say bismillah over it it is halal. Riiiiiight, I get this all the time from people who must assume that I know absolutely nothing about Islam. Just because YOU don't care if your meat is zabiha or not does not mean you have to convince the rest of the world that they should eat the way you do. Hmmph, but that is a totally other rant (which btw, I don't care if you eat halal or not, that is your own business, as whether I do is mine). Ok so after I left Bahrain, we flew to Muscat, Oman, where I had a 3 hour layover. I tried to sleep in the terminal, which was an absolutely ridiculous idea, especially with the litany of people staring at me. When they finally called for boarding the aircraft, I went down and stood in line for about an hour. I don't know why they called us to board and then made us stand there. Then when we got on the plane, we sat there for about an hour with no AC! I thought I was going to die, even the South Indians were complaining about the heat. So again no more sleep and then we were finally on the way to Chennai.

When I got to the Chennai airport, I breezed through customs, as there was nobody in the "foreigners" line and went to collect my luggage. I had two huge suitcases because my trip is for 7 weeks, and they were both coming down the line at the same time, so there was no way I could pick them both up. I asked one of the men standing next to me if he could grab one of them, while I got the other. Of course, when he picks it up, it flies open and my clothes go everywhere, including my underwear and bras. People scatter to help me grab my clothes off the conveyor belt and floor, including a couple of extremely embarassed guys when they realized they were handling my panties! Poor guys, but I am so grateful that the people were so nice and helpful in that situation. I was terrified that I had been robbed blind because the case was open coming through the airport, but miraculously, nothing was missing! So I exited the airport to find my friend's dad who was there to pick me up. Wow, this post has gone on longer than I thought, so I will have to do another one about the actual time I spent in India, LOL.