The journey to Delhi

Stepping off the plane, the first impression on India came through my nose.....an overwhelming combination of the smell of Mexico, Thailand, curry, and sweat. Somehow wednesday morning became friday morning and now here I am in the hotel.

9 1/2 hour flight to franfurt
8 hour layover
7 hour flight to Delhi
30 minute drive to the airport hotel

I was sure glad I had prearranged a driver, as it was reassuring to see a sign with my name on it. I followed the guy through a maze of walkways to the car, which was basically a smart car with a backseat. Ok, no problem.

Now picture driving on the transcanada and coming up behind 2 semis, and rather than just driving behind them, you try to pass them by driving in between them and honking at them with vigor!

My driver weaved in and out of the traffic lines, passing tuk tuks, tractorss, and various other vehicles. The highway technically had 2 lanes which in reality had drivers creating lanes to make 3 or 4 lanes.

When I went to check the side mirror to reassure myself traffic would not hit the car as our driver weaved, I looked into blank nothing as there was no mirror. hmmmm.

Well I made it here, the hotel is clean, although I do not know quite what to do with the numerous buckets and hoses in the bathroom. I would read my cosmo in bed, but the Indian fellow beside me asked to borrow it, found an article detailing specifics of erogenous female zones (which when I glanced over to see what he was lookng at in the magazne, I caught him readng) and then he kept it and took it off the plane with him!

Time to attempt a shower, take my various vitamins and malaria meds, and wait fr Russell and Christine to arrive in a few hours.