Grounded in Mumbai.

Okay. I know I was supposed to leave yesterday, but EVERY SINGLE PLANE IN MUMBAI is grounded due to the ash that is coming of the volcano in Iceland. So my flight from Delhi was cut short because we had to make an emergency landing in Mumbai. It took a long time to land, with pretty much zero visibility, and it took a lot of expertise from the pilot. Once we touched ground, everybody clapped for him. Well, after we got off, the airport kept making loud announcements over the loudspeakers that there were no planes leaving Mumbai today. Geez, that gets annoying after the ten billionth time you've heard it. I had to get out of there. By this time, it was around nine O' clock and they hadn't fed us on the plane due to turbulence. Nothing in the airport looked good, so I headed out to the streets, not expecting anything to be open any more. I was very surprised that the streets were alive with people and vendors, selling all sorts of foods, from grilled meat to bread dipped in sauce. I tried at least ten foods. First I had grilled meat, beef I think, on a stick, served with a little plastic bowl of masala sauce to dip in. Next I had a really good bread thing dipped in a sweet mint chutney. Man, that was delicious. The rest of the night went by in a blur of color and amazing tasted that I can't put a name to. It was so late, I decided to go back to the airport and find a hotel. I zonked until, like, ten thirty, when I finally got up to try to find a flight out of here. Luckily, there was a pretty strong wind during the night, and it blew some of the ash away so there were some planes leaving. I had a horrible day of plane tag, I had at least six connecting flights, when I finally got home. That was officially the longest weekend I have ever had. Twenty three and a half hours in planes was NOT the way I wanted to spend my Sunday. At least it's over. typical food stall in Mumbai.