The guy in the seat next to me is a worldwide traveler, a la George Clooney in Up in the Air, without the good looks. He asked whether I had a good night's rest the night before. I told him that I did, in fact, have a great night's sleep. "You're screwed," he said as he shook his head.
Undeterred, I stuck with my plan. Over 15 hours, I saw the following movies:
- Avatar - Stellar enough that I'll probably watch it again on the way back
- Princess & the Frog - I'm such a sucker for Disney movies
- Sherlock Holmes - Not bad, but glad I saw it for free
- Shutter Island - Okay, I only saw half of it. I was actually getting scared in my little cubby, holding the blanket up in my face, so I turned it off. I mean, everyone else is sleeping, it's dark, just the droning white noise of the plane... Alright, I know it's pathetic, but it's the truth.
"And for goodness sakes, do NOT let a drop of that Indian water near your lips… And make sure to listen for the cracking of a new cap on a bottle of water." Didn't they see Slumdog Millionaire? I'm not sure I even trust that anymore...
"Dress conservatively. You're a woman, after all, and you don't want those Indian men leering at you." Conservative dress, 95 degrees... Conservative dress, 95 degrees... Would I rather have Indian men leering at me or find myself passed out on the road?
In the end, I found my short time in Mumbai to be lovely. The 5-star hotel and having a driver waiting with an air conditioned car to whisk us off to wherever we wanted to go at that moment helped.
And my strategy for jet lag? Worked like a charm. Can't wait to email my airline neighbor to tell him that...