And so it’s 6 am and I’m at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport. All set to board a flight that will take me on a Turkish ‘chutti’. All around me are my fellow Indians. On various ‘packages’ and charters. You can tell our beloved countrymen by the cacophony that pervades the ‘hawaii adda’.

“Hey Jigneshbhai….Bhupesh ka che?” “Washroom ma, Kalpashebhai…” Then the dreaded announcement comes. An indefinite delay for technical reasons. Engineers running around hangars looking for a part — like it was a car that needed a new spark plug. Connecting flights at Istanbul airport have been missed, and tempers are beginning to get frayed. It is at this time that you begin to notice the true nature of the Indian foreign traveller. Apart from the sheer noise factor.