The plane ride was endless. Even as the hours changed, it seemed that you have gone almost nowhere. The ride was smooth and there weren't any children near me screaming so I was happy. I did end up having a little boy sitting behind me kicking the seat every so often.
When I arrived, my luggage was one of the first to come out so I didn't have to wait long. The transfer was easy as there was a man with a sign, Himalayan Run and Trek so the anxiety wasn't there. I did have to wait for 3 more people that took over an hour. These girls were on the same plane as me and were from NY.
2 by 2 we went in the car to the hotel. The proved to be a scary ride. There was lots of traffic out at 11pm. Every car beeps their horn to get around others and there are very few road signs. I think if I had to drive, I would have been lost of hours.
The car took us to a wrong hotel that looked like a bombed out shelter. It was the local YWCA. I was glad we weren't staying there. The driver apologized for the mix up and delivered us to the hotel.
The girls had a friend who was living in Delhi and wanted to go for a drink and food. I was up for the food, so I said I would come along. There are many restaurants here at the hotel, but this was the only on open so late at night. It was the 24 hour cafe. I had a chicken burger.
Being tired, I told them that I would retire. Tomorrow was to be a long day.
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