Hello and Mum-bye!

Literally made a flying visit to Mumbai today, on our way down south to Kerala for the next stage of our holiday. We only saw the city from the plane - many of the roofs were blue, which I thought was just a Mumbai tradition, but they were actually tarpaulins to protect properties from the rain, which did bucket down in true monsoon style!

In the latest instalment of my ‘I really don’t make this up’ series of bizarre experiences, before we boarded our first flight at Jaipur airport I was what my husband is taking great delight in referring to as my ‘being arrested’.

Never having had one before, and only seeing advice about what not to put in hand luggage, I’d put a small power pack in my suitcase. I was - very politely, of course, it is India! - escorted by security from the boarding gate to the deepest, darkest depths of the airport basement, where the baggage handlers were loading up the trailers. There I had to remove the power pack from my case and sign various documents, which I can only assume were promises not to do it again. It was a bit scary but all was fine and at least I saw a part of the airport most people never do. And… my family are now hoping I’ll be on the Indian version of ‘Border Force’.

Second flight from Mumbai went without any laws (knowingly) being broken but we arrived at our hotel very late - looking forward to exploring the area tomorrow!