Airport observations, prologue

On a recent trip to India I had to spend four hours at Bombay airport, and then, six at Delhi. A lesson in patience and a reminder, that I must fly as little as possible. For the record, I hate flying. Nevertheless, there’s only so much you can read, eat, drink, smoke and shop at airports. Basically, that's an hour-and-a-half done. So, the rest of the time you stare into blank space and at the face of humanity that fills up the airport. And as airport observations go, tomorrow’s post will be typically male and bordering on chauvinistic.