A hop across the Atlantic, a skip through London, and a jump off the Virgin Atlantic plane, I arrived at Delhi International Airport! 29 hours of travel time is rough, but seems like so long ago already...
The first 10 hour journey was tolerable due to the excitement of leaving. Bridesmaids and X-men: First Class kept me entertained for a couple hours while a glass of wine mellowed out the ride.
The 10 hour layover in London was awesome due to Grace's presence. Rode the tube to Grace's school and watched her slice open a rat and snip its kidneys in the lab. We caught up on our last year of life over a frittata and a quesadilla while pondering where we may find ourselves living next. The most brutal part of my journey was sitting in on a 4PM talk about associating some kidney disease with some periodontal disease using DNA analysis. It might've been interesting if I wasn't jet-lagged, but it was a physical battle keeping my eyes open.
The last 10 hours on a plane was just exhausting. Nothing spectacular happened...and maybe that's what made the exhaustion more noticeable. However, that first step into the Delhi airport brought a smile to my face because I'd made it to India. Finally.
Delhi Airport's Terminal 3 was recently renovated in 2008, so it's clean and gorgeous with plenty of natural light. Heart racing and stomach uneasy, I took my time reorganizing my bags and my mind as I saw the sea of people waiting to pick up loved ones, businessmen, and unsuspecting tourists like me. With a final deep breath, I put on my game face and stepped into the Delhi arena...
And the count resets...
Mosquitoes: 4 Nancy: 3
There was a mosquito buzzing by my ear as I wrote this. Hoping to add one more to my count soon...
~N
The first 10 hour journey was tolerable due to the excitement of leaving. Bridesmaids and X-men: First Class kept me entertained for a couple hours while a glass of wine mellowed out the ride.
The 10 hour layover in London was awesome due to Grace's presence. Rode the tube to Grace's school and watched her slice open a rat and snip its kidneys in the lab. We caught up on our last year of life over a frittata and a quesadilla while pondering where we may find ourselves living next. The most brutal part of my journey was sitting in on a 4PM talk about associating some kidney disease with some periodontal disease using DNA analysis. It might've been interesting if I wasn't jet-lagged, but it was a physical battle keeping my eyes open.
The last 10 hours on a plane was just exhausting. Nothing spectacular happened...and maybe that's what made the exhaustion more noticeable. However, that first step into the Delhi airport brought a smile to my face because I'd made it to India. Finally.
Delhi Airport's Terminal 3 was recently renovated in 2008, so it's clean and gorgeous with plenty of natural light. Heart racing and stomach uneasy, I took my time reorganizing my bags and my mind as I saw the sea of people waiting to pick up loved ones, businessmen, and unsuspecting tourists like me. With a final deep breath, I put on my game face and stepped into the Delhi arena...
And the count resets...
Mosquitoes: 4 Nancy: 3
There was a mosquito buzzing by my ear as I wrote this. Hoping to add one more to my count soon...
~N
