Arrival into Delhi

Great flight and that’s praise indeed coming from someone who is not that into flying! For some reason people with the same name were not seated together… the man in between Ted and I had a wife who was in the row in front but with some cooperative juggling we were all sorted to our satisfaction by take-off. Did a bit of dozing but no real 💤 so Ted is now flat out on the hotel bed and I am by the splendid pool as, sleep or no sleep, I cannot pass this one up and we leave by 6 am tomorrow! An hour and a half’s queuing to get through immigration was chaotic and tortuous but we made it in the end, narrowly avoiding engaging in fisticuffs with queue jumpers and actually feeling lucky, as it can be up to 3 hours we were told. Introduction to the sights of Delhi was from the coach drive to the hotel but I wasn’t quick enough with my phone camera to snap the random cows, the many men who were casually having a pee by the roadside or the overly laden bikes so you will have to be satisfied with the photos I did get dear Readers! The traffic was horrendous with much honking of horns and this is expected to let the “opposition” (other road users) know you are there. I spied a small encampment, complete with washing lines on the roadside, which must make life almost impossible but there it was. By contrast our first hotel is large and palatial. Note to self….. it’s always advisable, having spent time sorting out jewellery, to remember to put the jewellery into the hand luggage and not leave at home ….. 😬😩Read more