We arrived to the refrains of a mariachie (sp)? band once, but they weren't there to welcome us but a big group of runners from Ireland who were doing a charity run which I believe started in Goa.
Another year when we were queing in departures, the (then) Indian prime minister and his entourage walked through behind us, tv camera men filming the whole shebang! We had wondered why the roads leading to the airport were lined with policemen in nice crisp white uniforms.....we thought they were just coming to say goodbye
Fizz