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MEL - DBX

So sian and i are sitting waiting at gate 11, when we notice that the flight is Dubai via Singapore. which totally freaked me out as little Tobin at flight centre led me to believe that it was a direct flight.

anyhoo, our flight to singapore was fine. There were a few funny little incidents. including the one where our female flight attendant slid her finger across her throat at me, and then pointed at a male flight attendant. sian thinks it was sexual tension but i was slightly scared.

then, the guy sitting next to me had the audacity to steal my pillow. like right in front of my face. can you believe?

The real highlight was when we stopped in Singapore, sian found a foot massager and just whipped off her little shoes and stuck her (thankfully) socked feet into them. trying to keep the bile from rising in my throat, i pointed out the possible other feet that had touched those massagers (keep in mind that they looked like really so old that the Formica was rubbing off, and the 'meant to be black' foot hole was a slight faded grey.)
however sian was intoxicated by the massage and only after she stepped out did she decide that perhaps it wasn't okay. we then checked through to re-board (where a security woman asked me about my baby-wipes and i replied "well you know how it is") sian decided she need hand sanitizer to sanitize her feet.
I just need you all to picture her on the floor sockless, sanitizing.

BOM

We arrived in Mumbai. Sian and I promptly agreed that we couldn't handle Mumbai's strong grasp and so we had a little tuktuk experience. - where we went with a man to buy tickets to Goa that ended up being way too expensive and then we ended up back at the airport. We then went into Mumbai.
Suffice it to say that the next day we were in Goa, in Arambol...

(at the time all of that happened there was sooo much to write about - like the American and 2 Israeli girls we shared a taxi with, like the flight delay, like Masala corn. But i truly can't be bothered...)