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Trip Start Sep 08, 2008
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Trip End Oct 01, 2008


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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

.....and so it was that I flew to Delhi, the plane seat was tiny and I sat next to a fat man. I've decided fat people should not be allowed to fly on planes, they overlap. Not only do they overlap, they overlap onto my terratory, terratory which I paid for. They also smell.

I've never really felt at peace whilst flying, theres something about being in a gigantic metal cylinder enjoying a movie with a hundred other people whilst being 5000 meters in the air. It's like some strange temple, each time the airhostesses come round is another section of worship. Then we all delve into our little suction packed lunches like T-Rexs', our little arms stuck against our sides as we eat the miniture portions.

I suppose the end is like being in a church service, everyone gets up as quickly as possible and can't wait to get out..........

Somehow I got to Delhi, changed my wad of the Queens own money into an even larger wad of Ghandis own. First impressions of India: "thats an interesting smell..." I met my petit driver in arrivals and stepped out into the orange glow that is modernising India, immense cranes stuck upwards in the distance, I think something was burning somewhere, concrete and dust mixed to create a heartwarming sight. People were strewn all ovr the joint, lying down, having a fag, generally 'being'. My vehicle was a little van, we ran down the dust and smog as we steamed towards Delhi old town, a little temple to some godess on the dashboard contained three flashing LEDS, i'm sure they'd be happy with that.

I love the first taxi ride in a new country, you really get the first impressions washing over you, huge wagons with "Horn Please" and a picture of a skull and crossbones says everything about driving in India, these wagons each have a little santas groto of mini- shrines, glowing red as they race through the night.

Our hostel is .....quaint. I was a little disturbed by the vigorousness of the fan directly above my head, wobbling on it's nuts, but then I stuck my ear plugs in, and the whole world dissolves without so much a miota of worry.

This is India.
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