Flying's Time

Well, what should have been a 16 hour trip to Delhi ended taking around 25-26. After saying a heart wrenching goodbye to Abi at the airport I sat down at my gate and eyed the suspiciously large crowd milling about. Lack of movement suggested a delay of some sort, and 10mins later the ground staff announced that there would be a delay of 2 hours due to a fuel pump failure. 2 hours later this still required an hour to fix. Eventually we got off at around 20:30 (was supposed to be 17:00).
Of course, this meant that my connecting flight from Singapore to Delhi would leave without me. Thankfully, Qantas were on the ball enough to have booked me onto another flight and into a very nice hotel by the time we arrived.
My room at Changi Gardens was very nice!















And the breakfast at 06:30 was too!















My new flight was with Air Sahara, and apart from being packed it was pretty nice. On board I was treated to my first Indian meal (chana dhal, roti, and yoghurt) and my first Bollywood movie (Phir Hera Pheri - apparently a sequel, in which the heroes get up to all sorts of hijinks concerning the money they acquired in the prequel with much singing and dancing). The final two hours of the flight were in cloud right down to short final before landing (the pilot got a round of applause from some of the more nervous fliers upon touching down).
At the airport my driver was waiting (he had turned up at 03:00 and then gone home) to whisk me straight into the chaotic, disorganised, maelstrom that is Delhi.