Mumbai is Bombay, like Finkel is Einhorn

After my lunch fit for Hitler himself (were he German), I swaggered to my Lufthansa flight to Mumbai. Although my tour of Germany was hardly complete, I did enjoy my little layover. I'd also just like to say that my malaria pills never tasted so sweet as when I washed them down with some German beer.

Now then, time to settle in for my 8 hour flight into India, and hopefully get some rest.

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