3 AM in the Delhi airport . Visas went through very smoothly our bags were all waiting for us, so we spent the rest of the morning chatting about books, writing, sketching, playing games and reading. It was too early to venture out into Delhi, so we talked to other travelers and debated whether we should go directly to the train station or find the hotel. It was a delightful morning.
Floor at airport and Shiva God of creation and destruction
The
Shiphol
airport Amsterdam: one passport lost in the baggage machine...one ticket lost in the luggage lockers
The climbing gym in Amsterdam
Delhi transportation
This looks very exciting, searching for fabric in India, but the reality was a hotel located on what seemed like Delhi's version of canal street in lower Manhattan, only much noisier and polluted, burning hot, and sleepless for the past two days, every one we meet saying " let me give you some advice, those people are trying to swindle you, sit down and have a cup of tea and hear about what I can do for you." Cab cannot find the hotel we reserved, so it lets us off at what is most likely a friend or cousins place
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