Tickets? Check. Money? Check. Passport? Check...
We arrived at Heathrow slightly later than planned, due to two accidents on the motorway, and a lot of traffic. Never the less we checked in all in good time, and even had time for a quick leaving coffee with Jack’s parents, before saying our final goodbyes. The departure lounge in the airport was very busy and everyone seemed to be rushing around. We were flying with Kingfisher airlines, which is an Indian airline, in which we hadn’t heard of before we had booked our tickets! We boarded the plane at around 7:45pm, but didn’t reach the runway until 9:15pm, due to traffic at the airport.
The service we received with Kingfisher airlines was superb. We were well fed with a traditional Indian super, well watered with the choice of unlimited drinks (alcoholic and non), and we were kept entertained with a wide range of in-flight entertainment. There were a large variety of films available to watch, from the latest blockbusters, to the classic Bollywood films. There were also games, radio stations and even a live sat navigation system, and built in cameras to watch, filming the outside of the plane!

Sipping on red wine on the plane.

My Korean style meal with Kimchee!

Jack's spicy Indian meal.
We proceeded to land in Mumbai at around 11am local time. As we glided down through the cotton wool clouds, amazing greenery and mountains greeted us. Approaching closer to the airport, a sea of blue tarpolin, appeared below. These were shanty houses, even spilling over the runway of the airport. by the time we had received our bags, it was 12:30pm. Before we left home, we decided that we would apply for a transit visa, this meant that we would not have to wait in the airport for at least 12 hours for our change over flight. It was an additional cost, and a little bit of hassle to obtain, but defiantly worth it! We hired a taxi and a driver for the day for only 1,500 rupees (around £20)! It was a crazy drive into Mumbai, the majority of cars on the road were taxis, many of them tuk tuks! Photograph to come!
You can’t really escape the sound of horns honking and people shouting in Mumbai. The poverty in the city is rife, and was certainty something we hadn’t prepared ourselves for before we had arrived. If it wasn’t apparent enough from the skies, it was defiantly a smack in the face when you landed back down to earth! Families had set up home on the sides of roads, using tarpolin and pieces of scrap metal, as the main material of their houses. There were children on the streets and knocking on car doors, begging for food and money. Stray dogs, cats, goats, and cows, wondered the roads searching for scraps of food. The majority of buildings were extremely run down, and falling apart. Although, I did notice a change in the surroundings as we ventured further into the centre of the city; a massive contrast between the buildings began appearing, designer shops and world banks began popping up in the oddest places alone, looking alien-like among their run down surroundings. Jack and I found this extraordinary, as there didn’t seem as though there was any logic to this. It was obvious example of how the rich get richer, and the poor remain poor in this world.
Our driver didn’t speak any English, but thanks to the joys of charades, we managed to communicate very well with one another. He drove us trough the city, pointing out famous landmarks, including the gate to India. He than parked up and waited with all our bags and the car, while Jack and I went off for some food. We did invite him to join, although he made it clear that he was working and his job was to guard the car and all our belongings.
When searching for a place to eat in Bombay, we were advised to either chouse a top expensive restaurant, or somewhere packed with locals. We came across a typical local eatery, selling various curry dishes, and overflowing with locals. We entered to find children eating the left over on the tables; little did we know that they would soon be the children to take our order! We chose a chicken tikka masala, rice, a sort of spicy coleslaw salad, accompanied by pita bread to soak it all up. Jack loved the fact that eating with his hands was more than acceptable during the meal. I didn’t feel as confident as him, and could feel people staring at us, being the only Caucasian people in the restaurant! The meal came to a total of 105 rupees (around £2.00) which we were properly over charged for, and we were both stuffed!
We met back up with our driver, and stopped off at the Indian gateway, before making the noisy journey, back to the airport. India is the first Asian country I have ever visited. The humidity of Bombay, mixed with the various scents lingering throughout the city, will always stay with me, and will remain a pleasant memory of the beginning of an amazing journey through Asia.
It’s around 6:30pm here at Mumbai, which means it is around 2:00pm in the UK.
We are currently waiting for our departure gates to open, so we can check in and then board, for the final leg of our travels for a while; Hong Kong! J