We’re young, we’re naive, we missed our flight to Mumbai. No Sir, no Madam, you need a visa to board this flight. We walked out the hotel and dropped the room card at the vacant desk, we rode a tuk tuk, we walked through security, the tickets were printed, they almost touched my hand. He ripped them up, gave back our passports, we turned around, rode a tuk tuk, picked up our room card still waiting patiently for our return and walked back through our room door. It was 4am when we departed; it was 5.30am when we returned. The sun had still not risen. We fell back asleep and woke with the light. Perhaps it was all just a dream. A costly dream at that.