I finally have some time to blog, so let me catch you up. First, I will entertain you with stories of our silliness and awesomeness – two stories from airports. In Chicago, before we boarded, Julia was doing some fabulous dancing/ exercise to prepare for the long sitting-stillness of the airplane ride. People were cheering her, she was so awesome. I tried to get in on the action, and tagged her and ran away. Well. I tried to run away, but slipped on my really long pants and fell on my ass. Pretty classy, but entertaining for all the lookers-on. Sadly, no action pics, but here’s one of us waiting for the plane.
And then we got on the airplane. No upgrade to business or first class, but coach wasn’t bad. We got some sleep, but not as much as we wanted. The food was pretty awesome – Indian yumminess! Sixteen-ish hours later, we landed in Delhi!
No photography allowed in the Delhi airport, which was too bad, because there was a lot of beautiful art there. Also, some Christmas trivia, the most interesting being that there is apparently a famous town in Indiana (yes, IN, not India) called Santa Claus. Maybe it’s as famous as Christmas, MI?
Best part of the trip at that point? In customs, at the passport check, the guy looks up from my passport and stares at me and says, “You’re so cute!” Ummmm, thank you? Stares at both of us… “So innocent…” Yeah, um. Looks can be deceiving? (Well, maybe Julia’s innocent?) This view of our utter adorableness (adorability?) and innocence seems to be pervasive throughout India so far. Huh. It’s been nice having people watching out for us, though.
Our amazing cousin Lala lent us his driver for our time in Delhi, so Lakhan is waiting for us just outside the airport. Within 5-7 seconds of leaving the airport, we get pulled over by an officer on foot. It appears that our driver has put his seatbelt on only partway. Much yelling ensues. I’m not a big fan of yelling, and begin to get a bit uncomfortable. No need, it was resolved quickly, and now we are on our way to the hotel.
The freeways are insanely crowded. They are filled with cars and auto-rickshaws (natural-gas powered). Men are strolling along the fume-filled esplanade (meridian?) and along the shoulder. Pretty soon we start to see little stands selling chaat and drinks. I wanted to take a picture, but my brain was too fried after staying up all night the night before my flight, and then a long day of traveling. At last, we reach our hotel, settle in a bit, and collapse into our beds.
Here are some pics of our awesome shower.
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