Arrival in Delhi
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We had left the door to the balcony open to make the air in the room more bearable. Fortunately unlike the previous days it wasn't freezing outside but at a certain moment during the night it sounded like a jet passed straight through our room, which seemingly was located at the end of a runway.
We got up at eight, took quick showers and headed for the shuttle bus. We were ready to exchange 'smelly' for '
After stocking up on Drambuie for two weeks and having a quick (and ridiculously expensive) breakfast we headed for the gate. Bad news: although we had fixed our seats online weeks ago, Bart still got switched to business class. Must have been a case of bad karma, although I'm not sure if it was his karma or mine.
While Bart wallowed in luxury elsewhere I read up on
Dinner was an Indian veggie meal with rice, spinach paneer, lentil curry, raita and some kind of cheesecake. Not too bad. Movie was the excellent Wall-E, which I already had seen several times so I listened to some music instead. Later I did some meditation and struck up a nice conversation with Arjun, a guy from Indian descent who was born in
The plane arrived nicely on time at hours but our early arrival was lost by the hour it took to get through customs. Always the one to pick the wrong queue, I was the last tourist to arrive at the baggage reclaim, partially due to the fact that the Indian embassy had a written note about Ladakh on my visa. This turned into a bit of a chaotic explanation that I had already been to Ladakh in August and a lot of leafing through my passport by the official. In these situations it's best to stay patient and keep smiling. There had been a technical problem with delivery of the baggage, so when I finally arrived at the conveyor belt my backpack was just arriving.
In the arrival hall we were met by no less than three persons, two seemingly representatives of the local agency and the third our driver for the next couple of days, a Sikh with the (nick)name Kimi. Kimi drove us to the hotel, through the fog and pollution that lay on dark
We arrived at the Grand Park Inn hotel, a simple affair where three attendants rushed to take our bags to our room. Bart arranged two bottles of water and (warm) beers. The latter cost us 280 rupees (4 euros), again not the sharpest of deals but since they were big bottles and a cold beer was hard to get in