J ohn Pudaite tugs at the straps on his backpack and picks up his pace. It would be tight but they just might have enough time. He winds around travel-weary people leisurely making their way through the Calcutta airport. Pudaite is exhausted too, but he doesn’t have time to walk. Outside the airport, a group of people in a van whiz through the dust, cows, and chaos towards the arrivals gate. Pudaite will meet the van at the curb where he will quickly pick up the deliverables before rushing back into the airport, through security, and on to Kathmandu. They would have to time it just right...