Jet Airways – one can only love this Indian airline company. Great food, comfortable seats, awesome service and an AMAZING selection of Bollywood films!! So, it’s a first in my life, I’ve never actually watched an Indian movie until then…and apparently I was missing out!!
Since I am a TV addict, I of course didn’t sleep during the whole 23 hours travel. Instead I watched Indian films, trying to figure out their language, copying discretely their dance moves on my seat, and laughing at their unusual sense of humor!! One gotta watch “Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara – You don’t get life a second time” or “थ्री इडीयट्स – Three Idiots“ to understand what I am talking about. It’s hilarious. Whenever something bad happened to them, they kept saying “All is well, all is well” (imagine saying that with an Indian accent) This sentence has become my new motto in life 😉
Stop in Mumbai, I was half-numbed, with earplugs listening to my music as I am about to pass the security check…I am waiting in line as I see small men waving at me (I am sooo tall compared to Indians)…take out the earplugs to hear them out…
Men saying together: “Lady, lady, No no, this no lady, men”
Man: “You there, men here”
Me realizing that I am surrounded only by men, me turning my head towards the other way, me looking at the women’s line, me saying “aaaaaah yes yes” and quickly walking as nothing happened…huh oops….no comments.
Shameful moments during this ATW trip: 1 and counting…
I passed through security and got my “YES securized luggage” cards for my handbags.
I wanted to buy a sandwich in the airport, but couldn’t find a place that accepted Visa or Mastercard…Damn it…an Indian woman probably saw my distress on my face as the cashier explained that they only take cash; she came towards me and propose to pay for my sandwich….soo nice!! Honestly I was a bit surprised, I don’t think people in Belgium would do the same in this situation…Note to self: help people whenever you can – at least buy a sandwich to someone who needs it.
Come the best part of this journey – me at the boarding gate (flight Mumbai to HK):
Man: “Passport please, ticket”
me: “There you go”
me: “Forget it, I just say there – the passport and the ticket”
man:”aaah Ok OK….mmmmmh…security cards?”
me looking at one of my handbags…no security card is attached to it anymore…damn it…where did it go… “Sorry, I must have dropped it somewhere”
man: “No no no, no security card, no plane”
me: “What? Are you serious? Do you really want me to go all the way back to the security check point, and then run back here? Seriously? Really…seriously?”
me running like crazy, got the famous “YES securized luggage”card, and got on the plane just in time. All is well, all is well.
Bye bye Mumbai, Hello Hello Hong Kong. (I’ve turned myself into an “Indian lady speaking English”, I keep repeating twice all words…ahahahaa)