Dubai Airport smells of feet...
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...smelly ones. It's a strange place - smart, glitzy, shimmering with all things gold. Yet everywhere there are people lying on the floor, sleeping on little beds of newspaper. All with their shoes off. I tried to have a rest in the quiet lounge. There was one recliner chair without a sleeping person on. But there was no chance I could use it. The pong from the bloke next door's socks, was overpowering.
There was plenty of time to get the smell thoroughly into my nostrils, what with a two hour delay and three changes of gate. As soon as we got to one, panic would grip the staff and they'd pack us off to another. Never mind. They fed us tuna sandwiches and samosas to keep us on side. It didn't work for some.
Kolkata international airport .
The hotel was old raj era. I doubt anything's been touched since it's heyday in the 30s. I almost took a photograph of the wiring in my room. And the lovely (once) victorian bath stands on bricks. It isn't the cleanest place, nor the safest possibly - but it would be hard to beat for quirkiness. The grande dame (Mrs Violet Smith) is obviously very proud of the guests she's had. The photograph gallery was somewhat dominated by Felicity Kendal, who beams down at you while you eat your breakfast.