Public Displays of Flatulence - 01/01/13

A final look at Khotso

The flow is coming....

BEN - We woke up at the horrible hour of 3:30 AM after a few hours of sleep and very bleary-eyedly packed the last of our stuff, stumbled out of Ashanti, and met our cab at 4:00 AM.  We got to the airport, checked our bags in, got through security, boarded the plane, and were instantly asleep.  2 hours later we arrived in Johannesburg and had a 2 hour layover where our mission was to spend our remaining rand.  We bought some snacks for the plane and some African trinkets, and boarded a nice luxurious plane that would take us from Johannesburg to Mumbai, India in 9 hours.  The plane was almost brand new and we had a lot more space than on our previous long flight.   I (stupidly) never slept on the flight.  The movie selection was too enticing and I ended up watching a total of 4 films.   We got to Mumbai, left the plane, and were bussed to customs, which we passed without incident.  It was now about 1:00 AM, and when we went to the connecting flights desk, we learned it was closed and would be for quite some time.  An airline employee told us our best bet would be to simply go to the main departures desk, and handle our new check in there. We passed a few security checkpoints and boarded a bus that seemed to drive forever, circling the airport.  We eventually got to the Air India terminal, which we entered only to find everything shut down because it was the middle of the night.  We joined a bunch of Indian families on some uncomfortable benches and attempted sleep.  We stayed there for a few hours waiting for the check in desk to open.  I eventually gave up sleep and just started reading.  I was also able to withdraw my first bunch of rupees ($1=R 52).  Finally, the desks opened and we checked in and cleared security.  By this point we were both in foul moods and absolute zombies.  We found a little coffee shop to grab some much needed food.  We bought simple sandwiches that were nice and spicy.  While we were in line, an Indian man skipped in front of us and farted very loudly.   Gabby and I looked around, expecting everyone to start laughing, or crack a smile.  No such luck.  I guess public displays of flatulence are acceptable here?  Could be fun.  After our breakfast, we spent another uncomfortable hour waiting for our plane to board.