Abducted by QANTAS

I have been fortunate enough to "score" an extra night in India, courtesy of QANTAS maintenance and their lack of a part which can fix a fuel leak. Yippee.

The flight was meant to leave at 7pm, which became 10pm when I arrived from Chennai in Mumbai, and while sitting in the lounge became 11pm, and now 1pm the next day.

It is 11:10pm and I do not hold high hope of them getting the hotel and busses sorted in the next 3 hours. In fact I think the part will arrive in Mumbai before we arrive at the hotel. There are people just milling around... standing. I never understand this behaviour at airports. People feel the need to queue, even though they have no idea when said queue is going to move or, in this case, whether the queue is going anywhere at all. I sit, as I have (excluding toilet breaks) for the past 4 hours. And I am not going to get up unless someone actually says to. That, or something shiny distracting me.

Oh, that thing is shi