We discover today, much to our chagrin, that we left our Australian hats on the Jakarta bus, such was the hurry we were in to get off that boneshaker. What a bugger! I had grown quite fond of mine.
The flights to Delhi are uneventful; we have a stop-over of 4 hours in Kuala Lumpur and the whole journey takes 11 and half hours. On the second leg we’re separated and I’m sitting next to a French woman who has been living in India for five years and is full of helpful advice and suggestions for our, as yet, undetermined itinerary. Getting through Delhi airport is a breeze and as we come through customs we are greeted by a barrage of drivers holding up placards for arriving passengers. We have to walk up and down a couple of times, to find our driver among the throng. Once out of the airport building the night air hits us with a warm, humid blast and we are straight into a chaotic exodus of trolleys, cars and people. The exterior of Delhi airport isn’t very prepossessing and it looks as though a huge new terminal building is in under construction. It’s a forty minute drive to our bed and breakfast in one of the more upmarket suburbs of south Dehli. Our host, Pervez is waiting at the gate to welcome us at 12.30 am.
Great start to India…can’t wait to read on.
The bus journey beautifully told, and the hit or miss toilet reference had me laughing.
Shame about the hats. Who did Andy sit next to? I’m sure Andy would have started talking and found his travelling companion interesting if not as useful.
If I have one minor quibble about your excellent and illuminating blog it is that I only get your impressions, not Andy’s. Too late now, but I expect a diary from Andy a few weeks after he gets back!