Cloudy and Confused

Ladies and gentlemen, I've officially been traveling three weeks. Five countries. Ten cities - one more to go. The forecast is cloudy and confused with scattered and rolling grumpiness.

Here's what I want to know:

WHY are the airport announcements in India so damn loud?

And continuous. I'm letting you know right now that Mr. Kumar, Mr. Chopra, and Mr. Gupta missed their flight to Calcutta today. And that lady announced it at least five times. If they couldn't hear her, they have no business leaving their home unattended. To combat this problem, I cranked up my ipod and started singing along. Outloud! And as terrible as that was for everyone, it was necessary.

Why do men go without shoes in the airport? I understand the people who live on the street without shoes, but these men appeared to be businessmen. And it's one thing to be in the main terminal, but in the bathroom? Gross. I got pee-shy and couldn't even go. But I did want to politely ask them why? I'm sure there's a perfectly good and interesting cultural lesson for me to learn.

And here's what else. I would like to give five stars to the flight attendants on Kingfisher Airlines. During a 30-minute flight, they served drinks and a meal, cleaned up the mess and were seated for the last five minutes of the flight. You old ladies on American Airlines, please take note!

That's it from Bangalore. Have a good day.