East Coast Express
There was one solitary policeman at the main entrance with a zillion mosquitoes to keep him company. I spoke to him and explained my predicament and he was most understanding. Having gained access to the terminal building, I asked him where I could sleep. “Sleep anybhear,” he replied. I told you he was helpful. Anywhere, even in a Bengali accent meant sleeping on the floor in the cavernous terminal building. “Be careful bhith your luggage,” he added. I wondered who would steal my single haversack since the policeman and I were the only two people in the airport. To be on the safe side, I stuck both my legs through the haversack straps and lay down on the stone floor and tried to ignore the mosquitoes who threatened to carry me away, haversack and all.