Finally in Delhi

I'm here. It took 12 hours longer than it should have. But who's counting? Qantas was two hours late, which meant I missed my Delhi connection, which meant I had to spend the night (what was left of it) in Singapore. And then, to add insult to injury, the flight from Singapore ran an hour and a half late.



So much for a relaxing Sunday in Delhi. But no mind.




I stepped out of the plane into 45 degree heat. But this is the remarkable thing: on an excruciatingly hot Sunday I barely recognised the place. There was NO traffic. I mean not a truck nor a scooter nor an elephant in sight. Even the beggars were taking the day off. The odd flower seller was still hanging around the traffic lights, with his tired small bunch of little red flowers, but it was a clear run all the way to the Imperial. This is a grand hotel. I don't feel I'm in India. Its so clean and luxurious and I feel quite decadent. Anyway, I had a swim amongst sunbaking hairless Europeans, while Vikram organised my sim card.



This is Vikram.





Udaipur tomorrow.