Airport Bubble

I’m back at the airport, having my traditional overpriced airport beer. It’s early but that doesn’t matter. I’ve entered the glass doors, passed through customs and fought my way past the promo girls with their free tantalizing samples in duty free and have now made Read More …

Mumbai Under Attack… Again

I step out of the air-conditioned office. The Bombay air hits me. It’s heavy and damp. I’m ushered in to the cab and we pull out of the driveway. We bounce around as the car lurches, stopping suddenly to avoid pot holes, rickshaws and people. Read More …