Welcome to India
I could live a dozen lifetimes and not be able to accurately describe the smell of India.
When I stepped off the plane Kolkata this morning at the implausible hour of 4:55am, it hit me: a sickly-sweet aroma that camouflaged itself with the stillness of the morning air. A scent impossible to pin down. It’s curry powder rolled in with diesel fuel. It’s half-rancid garbage combined with musty old clothing. It’s ancient books and sewage.
To be clear, I don’t mean that as a knock on India. I’ve been here for a total of 12 hours as I write this, and I am entranced by this place. But there’s no glossing over that smell.
These are the first wee hours of my river cruise tour along India’s Ganges River with G Adventures. Departing from Kolkata, India (which you might remember by its former name, Calcutta), this nine-day Ganges River Experience combines a one-night pre-cruise stay at the HHI Kolkata with an eight-day voyage along the Ganges aboard the 24-passenger Varuna.
Around the World in 24 Hours
My journey to Kolkata took place in three legs, beginning first with a wonderful flight in KLM’s World Business Class from Canada to Amsterdam (a full review of KLM’s Business Class product will follow this report). But it didn’t end there. From Amsterdam, I flew with codeshare partner airline Jet Airways to Mumbai, and then onto Kolkata.
My flights with Jet Airways, while not in Business Class, were comfortable, clean and efficient. Staff on both flights were exceedingly friendly, and it’s worth noting that the Pilots on both of my Jet Airways flights were female; an oddly progressive move for a country that still has Male and Female security lines at its airports.
Jet Airways 231 touched down in Mumbai at five minutes to midnight from Amsterdam. I’d snagged a seat at the front of the Economy Class section of the Boeing 777-300, and was glad I did: it turned out we’d be deplaning via air stairs and boarding busses to reach the terminal.
Since Mumbai was my first port of entry into India, I had to clear customs and immigration here. I’d pre-purchased an E-Visa that grants 30 day admission to India prior to my trip, and I easily found the line marked “E-Visa” in the customs area.
You know how the Caribbean operates on “Island Time”, and Mexico operates on “Mexican Time”? Well, India operates on something called “Indian Standard Time.”
“Indian Standard Time” is elastic. Five minutes can mean twenty. Ten can mean thirty. Or, as I discovered, it can take 20 minutes to clear the two people ahead of you in line at Customs. Give yourself lots of time on your arrival flights into India; everything takes far longer – and moves much slower – than you’d expect.
Once I’d cleared Customs (after about a dozen fingerprint readings), I had to collect my baggage from the carousel, exit through the exit (which required placing my carry-on bag on an X-ray machine), and re-check it with Jet Airways at their connection desk.
Now, all my Indian friends told me to avoid Air India like the plague. And I feel I know what they’re talking about: the Jet Airways connection desk was serene and orderly. The line for the Air India baggage drop was probably a hundred deep. I don’t know how or if they were going to make their flights, as even with two hours between flights, I was pushing the limits of what is possible in Mumbai.
I then had the longest bus ride of my life from the terminal to my waiting Jet Airways 737-800. Normally, these bus rides take five or so minutes, if that. This one took an astonishing 42 minutes from end to end (I know – I timed it.) I seriously thought we were driving to Kolkata at 20 kilometres per hour. We had to wait for four aircraft to push back before continuing on to a deserted service road that, half an hour later, took us to our