The flight from New Jersey to India was quite pleasant. As Gretch slept on the plane I fidgeted between reading, the bathroom, and watching movies. Take off and landing were smooth. We were welcomed to Indihra Ghandi International Airport with Delhi's winter fog laced heavy with the smoke of burning garbage. Or is it smoke hanging thick with fog? Either way, the campfire comfort of smoke was our first reality that we had arrived.
We breezed through customs after buying a bottle of wine at the duty free shop and had a short wait for our prearraged airport pickup to the Hotel RAK International. We tipped the taxi man a US dollar and dodged the cow pies hidden in the shadows of Paharganj's (Delhi's tourist ghetto) late night shadows. Safe and sound, we checked in and expressed gratitude and awe to each other for the hassle free transition. It could have been worse. Very much so.
Some how we both managed to sleep that night as if the 12+ hour time difference was non existant. I never had a such an easy transition to jet lag. From that night on we went to bed at a reasonable Indian time, waking with the metronome bell outside our window in front of temple around 7 am.
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