I type this with a cup of warm masala chai at my elbow, in one of the rooms at a transit flat in New Delhi. I can hear birds and the occasional horn outside.
The flight was good. At the last second, my seatmate was able to switch to a larger seat, which let me have two to curl up on. I felt a little shy about my good fortune though.
Here in the high rises, the elevators have glass walls at the far end, and most of the way up is windows, so that one can look out and see things as one rides them. It's nice. To my left is a window and balcony which overlooks a small wilderness plot.
At noon, I leave for the airport again, to fly south to visit bangalore.
I probably won't have internet connection there, apparently.
In Chicago, after I had written the previous post, I ran into an Indian woman from New Orleans, coming here for a root canal. It would have cost 3000 dollars in the US. Here it is much cheaper, and the ticket was only 1300 or so. She was very nice and we enjoyed each other's company for the last couple of hours until boarding.
I guess that is all that I can think of.
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