After 12 long hours, I am dazed but on the ground in Frankfurt, Germany.
The airport here sucks: nowhere to sit down, nowhere to eat and the "special" smoking areas are in the middle of the terminal hallways (apparently someone missed the memo on second-hand smoke). Or I could be really grumpy from a lack of sleep.
10 more hours until Mumbai. It actually doesn't sound that bad right now. Of course, that's only because I know I have a bed there.