Somehow this long...long....journal entry got deleted. I am not going to re-write it just now. So I will give a brief rehashing of what happened.
I arrived at the airport in Mumbai. I called my contact. The contact did not answer the phone nor was the contact at the airport. I spent 3 hours walking around the airport. I finally took a taxi to the contact's address. They had moved. I spent 3 hours until 4a.m. in the morning walking around the streets. I took 3 different taxis trying to get to a hotel, almost punched one out. I had a bad...bad....night. But the next day....I got in contact with my contact. They are the releatives of one of my good friends. They are a very sweet couple...I call them Auntie and Uncle. They have a god-daughter named Bala. I find out later that it was all a mis-communication. They helped me so much while getting used to India. It's all good in the neighborhood.