Bombay, midnight, 31 August-1 September 1984

Somewhat ghostly (the airport).

But so beautiful from the air. Resplendent in a shimmer of lights. So huge.

The airport was warm and stuffy. We had to look for the currents of fresh air. The toilets were inexcusable, and we were warned against drinking the water. The shops were interesting enough, but the overpricing was sordid. Passengers were tired and lifeless. A cleaning woman in a sari listlessly ran her broom across the lobby floor and missed a large scrap of paper.

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