Prime Ministers, dying women, crack smoking taxi drivers, what more could a woman ask for besides being on Santa’s bad list?
Ok, we are now at the Aurangabad airport heading home and there are police and security guards all over! Why? Well, the Prime Minister of India is arriving that day to visit. We were right there when he came in, only feet away, but unable to send our Canadian good wishes as the AK47’s didn’t seem to inviting to flirt with….
While in line, we met fellow Canadian travellers identified by their MEC EXACT backpacks like ours. That was nice. If only they had had a Tim Horton’s coffee mug with them….lol
Going through the again amazing security, Amber and I had another snaffu. I had to prove to the woman with the metal detector wire that indeed I had as much metal in my bra as I did to support my voluptous ta-ta’s by lifting my shirt. She had not seen boobs as big as mine to require as much metal as my bra set the machine off with before….And just think, women pay thousands of dollars for these babies!
Amber was forced to practically submit to a body cavity search as she had forgotten her matches in her bag and needed to root it out. Her seat number was added to the “potential terrorists” list that the security guard had. We were hoping it was only going to go to Santa’s bad list, but we will see as we go through our next security checkpoint if she is red flagged as an Al Quaida or not.
We are now in the air, when suddenly I felt an elbow in my ribs….Amber was prodding me saying that while I was chatting with the guy next to me, they had announced over the intercom that one of the passengers wasn’t feeling well and would any medically trained personnel announce themselves to the crew. I am quite disappointed I missed the announcement; I have been waiting my whole life for this. Good thing Amber had my back! I practically pole vaulted over the lap of the guy in the aisle seat to get to the crowd gathering at the back of the plane at 45,000 feet.
Turns out, there was an ex-doctor and a surgeon also on board, but they weren’t quick enough…I found a woman stretched out across three seats, white/greyish looking who in my mind was on the steps of death’s door….but my bubble was popped when I diagnosed her with Delhi belly and had fainted from lack of nutrition as she wasn’t able to keep anything in her for the past two days. She also spoke French, so I hacked my way through her assessment, and consulted with the two doctors who were quite happy to let me do my thing, and arranged for her to have transport to the local doctor’s once we landed. A standing ovation with cheers followed me to my seat.
Landing safely and without further incident we arrived in Bombay.
Stay tuned for the next post….