Wow! What an experience. As soon as we got on the flight from Taipei to Bangkok I started feeling nauseated. I think it was in part the smaller plane. I am prone to motion sickness. But since I am still feeling quite ill, I’m guessing maybe that Thai food isn’t sitting well with me either. Who knows for sure.
It was a miserable plane ride. I felt so ill and it was a three and a half hour flight. I made a joke to Dave that maybe I was hitting “transition” LOL. Now a few hours later I’m thinking I haven’t even hit active labor yet.
Bangkok is beautiful! Flying in we were surrounded by white fluffy clouds. We flew over them and through them and finally under them. After that you could see the most breathtaking site, all lush green fields and rolling hills intermixed with patches of rich reds and golds. I wanted to absorb it all in. To hold it in my mind and heart forever.
We sat next to a very nice Nepali man. He was travelling home to see his family after having visited with his cousin in LA.
In Bangkok we had only a two hour layover and we could not figure out where to go! We started to panic that we would miss the flight. Finally after walking for what felt like forever we found the desk. The man saw our large size and gave us seats on the front row for our flight to Calcutta. Ah, leg room!
I got even more sick on the flight to Calcutta. I was miserable and couldn’t wait for the plane to land. Finally I needed to use the restroom and I headed to the back. Let’s just say that Indian men cannot aim!!! EW! Soon we were descending to Calcutta. I couldn’t even enjoy it because I was feeling so sick. I kept trying to say to myself “India I have made it!” but I was too miserable. They “degermed” the entire plane with an aerosol spray and it made me feel even more sick. We left the plane on a stairway rather than a tunnel. That was cool. I was feeling sicker though and I really needed to use the rest room. First we had to fill out paperwork to get us into India. They wanted to know the adress of my hotel. I didn’t know! I’m standing there looking through all of my papers and really needing to use the toilet! Finally I put the adress of the orphanage instead. He let us through.
I headed across the very old rickety baggage area toward the women’s restroom. I was praying for a western toilet. When I got to the rest room there was a very old Indian woman in a purple sari. She smiled at me and I noticed that most of her teeth were rotted. She motioned me inside, gave me toilet paper, helped me with the soap for washing my hands and gave me toilet paper to dry off with. They did have a western toilet but it looked very dirty. I was grateful that I had my clorox wipes with me. After she helped me dry off she smiled and held out her hand. At first I didn’t understand but then it dawned on me, she wants money. I told her I didn’t have any but I would come back. She followed me over to Dave. We hadn’t exchanged any money yet and all he had was American dollars. I gave her two dollars, and she looked dissapointed. I told her I was sorry, it was all I had. I really did feel sorry. I headed back to the restroom. I needed to change my clothes to Salwar Kameez and put on some deet. Purple Sari Woman followed me back and stared at me while I changed my clothes. It was disconcerting, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get changed.
At Calcutta we found we had to switch airports. It seemed like it took forever to get our bags, convert some money, and leave the building. I knew that we would be surrounded by beggars the second we left the building, so I was watching, preparing. As we walked out I walked confidently, I turned to the group of beggars lined up there and smiled at them and continued walking. I guess we looked like we knew what we were doing because they didn’t even move a muscle to come toward us. I was relieved.
On the way into the other airport(domestic) we walked through a group of men gathered near the door. As we passed I heard the men make catcall type noises at my back. *sigh* it sounds the same in any language. We passed a guard booth. A guard in khakis had his gun pointed in our general direction. As we passed he looked me up and down and smiled at me invitingly. *sigh* I smiled politely and just kept walking. In the airport, more and more men were eyeing me. I was so relieved when we finally had to sit down. What they could see attractive in a 250lb American in a Salwar is completely beyond me.
Our flight didn’t leave at that point for another four hours. So we had to wait and wait and when we finally went to check in, it turns out the flight was delayed! We were so tired. I fell asleep just sitting there. When they finally called our flight number we were half dead. They took us out to a rickety old bus. The bus then wisked us over to the tiniest airplane I’ve ever seen. We were squashed in there like sardines. I was grateful the trip was only an hour and that it was our last. Dave and I both slept the entire way.