After Jakarta, it is Mumbai and the cycle repeats.
Mumbai is painful. The flight was at 7.30am and I was up at 4ish. Poor Nana asked for her hair to be braided at 5am, so that she has decent braided hair for the school's racial harmony day.
She went back to bed for an additional precious 45 mins after that and had so much fun in school.

I think I have flew too much. This is my 5th business trip of the year, in addition to a couple of personal trips. I actually ran out of cosmetics and skincare products to buy at DFS. Lol. I ended up strolling in the airport and saw the Butterfly Garden.
Of course I didn't go in. Siao ah? Butterflies are EVIL. I did try to peek from the glass panel; I think they were all sleeping.
I saw a mini playground too. I got reminded of how Zaky would always ask about the playground whenever we are at the airport, regardless of whether he can now physically fit into them.
I like SQ. I had the aisle seat and the middle seat was empty. Hohoho. All ready with my barangs for the next 5 hours.
The flight was alright. I caught a movie, took a nap, had bfast. Oooo.. my favourite yogurt.
There was quite some turbulences but my nap was barely affected. It is the moonsoon season in Mumbai now. I exited the plane to rain and there was so much rain throughout. Whenever I stepped out of the hotel or office, it was rainy. I didn't even see a minute of dryness. The Mumbaians didn't mind the rain apparently, which is a welcome relief from the earlier heat wave.
Immigration was alright. So was finding the prebooked car to the office. The traffic around the airport vincity was slightly heavier than what I remembered, probably bcos of the rain. That started my work trip to Mumbai and the 1st day is usually the most tiring with the extra early morning and longer day due to the time difference. I survived.
Back to my usual Vivanta in Navi Mumbai.
The room was alright and generally comfortable. The only thing that irked me is this irregular "tiaking" sound that becomes very obvious when I was trying to sleep. Even with the TV on, I could hear it and it drove my imagination crazy. I attempted to locate it a couple of times but gave up. I survived again.
This time, I booked myself a room with bfast and woke up to delicious food every morning.
My Mumbai business trip routine is very fixed and I drew comfort from the familiarity - gym, bfast, work, optional in room dinner, sleep and repeat. Each morning, I woke up a rainy scene outside the gym.


My comfort food dinner for one of the nights.
One must do all means to make oneself happy during business trips, even if it meant unhealthy food. Hoho.
On the last day, I opted to work at the office in the Mumbai City, so that I would be nearer to the airport and not worry (too much) about missing my flight home. The traffic was made worse again by the rain and I had to wait a long time for an uber to wait to pick me. I saw my uber driver got upset several times and he was very vocal about swearing accompanied with hand action at the drivers whom he was upset with. Lol.
Oh, this Mumbai trip, I had "pampered" myself and booked Uber Premium instead. I was expecting a nice car the very 1st time I booked, only to realise that it was just a slightly bigger car than a normal uber. Yes, I was disappointed but still better than the usual uber old and mini car. At least it is now still old but slightly bigger. Hoho.
As usual, I counted down to homecoming. Days past quickly bcos I was busy with work. At the city office, many colleagues had encouraged that I leave early for the airport to avoid getting stuck in traffic bcos of the rain. I left for the airport at 5.30pm, 6 hours before my flight. It was still raining.
Pools of water were forming at the side of the roads and the porthole were everywhere.
When I arrived at the airport, the checkin counter wasn't even opened. I worked and was surprisingly quite efficient. Lol. I was in the Q when the counter opened at 7ish bcos I wanted to clear immigration and find dinner. There was barely any food options in the airport outside of the immigration. Unlike Singapore, only travellers are allowed into the airport, so there aren't fancy restaurants setup for airport visitors.
My dinner.
I had wanted a hot chocolate and a hot sandwich, but all non-veg sandwiches were spicy. Welcome to Mumbai. Zzzzzz.
The remaining hours were spent working and reading and the flight was on time. Hooray!
The flight wasn't great. The turbulences were bad. In my little waking hours, I didn't at all see the seatbelt sign turned off. Thankfully, I was too tired to mind the shaking. I had the flight supper and the desserts were Indian desserts and no, I don't fancy them at all. The passenger in the middle seat infringed into my space many times. It was irritating. Zzzzz.The worse of all was the passenger behind me. He had his knee onto the back of my seat and I could not recline the seat at all!!! I eventually asked the steward to ask the man to remove his bloody knee. In normal flights, even red-eye, I practice flight etiquette and do not recline my seat fully. I bloody heck care this time. Pui.
I touched down safely nevertheless and am so glad to be home. If there is one other thing that I buy too much other than the cosmestic and the skincare, it must be the duty free alcohol.
Daddy Lim asked for white wine this time and he said any one. I can do that. Hoho. I am happy to be home.
Mummy Lim