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Arrival at the airport of Chennai in the middle of the night (Chennai, India)

It’s three thirty in the morning and in the dead of night I’m desperately sucking on my cigarette. Behind me is Chennai Airport, where my blessed husband Rens is waiting for our backpacks to turn up, in front of me is an explosion of noise and chaos. Taxi drivers, luggage carriers and travelers saying goodbye to extensive families run around as if there is no tomorrow. Strangely, dozens of men are sleeping at the sidewalks, they don’t seem to be bothered by all the mayhem. 

Around me, other Dutch backpackers are assembling, they’re probably on the same tour as Rens and I are, but I’m not in the mood to socialize yet.

Arrival at the airport of Chennai in the middle of the night (Chennai, India)

I need more nicotine first. So far, I’ve made sure our tour leader Digna crossed us off her list. As soon as she had done that she continued her pursuit of our bus driver, muttering that he should have been here already. There are hundreds of Indian men running around though, it seems impossible that she’ll ever find the one who is supposed to pick us up…

I’m hypnotized by an endless stream of Indian women that walk by. They all wear bright, colourful sari’s. There’s pink, yellow, orange, red, blue and purple fluttering in front of my eyes and it’s making me drowsy. Tour leader Digna jumps up in front of me, preventing me from falling asleep with a cigarette in my hand. She’s apologizing for not finding our driver yet, as it turns out she came to India on the same flight as we did and she’s never worked with this driver before.

Arrival at the airport of Chennai in the middle of the night (Chennai, India)

At that exact moment, a man who was patiently standing right next me, clears his throat and slowly walks up to the tall and blonde Digna.

I had assumed he was a taxi driver waiting if anyone needed his services, but as he shyly approaches Digna, he appears to be the bus driver she had been looking for for at least half an hour.

He knew he had to pick up a group of white people and he decided to hang around the only group of white people at the airport who didn’t have a driver yet. Pity Digna didn’t realize she had to look at the man who naturally joined us, instead of running around the entire airport.

I think it is hilarious, I’m liking this guy already. His name is Ajit and he leads us to a bus that seems to be build in the dark ages. It’s a bit rusty and looks tired, but it has been brightened up with Hindu pictures and a small colourful altar at the dashboard. We all throw our backpacks in the luggage compartment and find a seat. It’s obvious there is no air-conditioning, so we pull at the small windows to let some fresh air in. Another Indian man joins our driver at the front and within minutes we’re on our way to Mamallapuram.    

RBatra says:
Seems like you had a good time!..loved reading it
Posted on: Sep 16, 2014
hasbud says:
chennaiii is at its best than any other cosmopolitan

hanu reddy residences service apartment in a very exquisite location ne should pay a visit here
Posted on: Sep 26, 2012
anupa_rk says:
Congrats on your feature...Looking forward to reading about your experience in India. I hope you had a memorable time :)
Posted on: May 02, 2010
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