My train arrived at 5.15am. I don't know why, but in India the passengers in the sleeper class compartments wake up and get up an hour before the arrival time of the train, even when they are going to get off at the train's final destination. I see no point in this so lie doggo until the train finally stops, while the other passengers step on me climbing out of their bunks, switch on the lights, move their luggage around, talk loudly and sit on my feet.
The train arrived at a station I have never heard of. I thought it was old Delhi so kept asking everyone where the metro was. People sent me up and down the stairways, dragging my luggage behind me until finally I met a lovely Sikh, who told me there was no metro here, but I could catch a local train to New Delhi station for 2 rupees. He took me to the ticket office and bought me a ticket, then sent me off to catch the train. I finally arrived at Sky View Hotel at 7.15, where everyone in reception was asleep on the floor, blocking the entrance. A bleary eyed receptionist took a little while to register that I had a room booked but eventually checked me in to the room where I stayed last time, opposite to my friend's room.
I have come here to meet up with my Tibetan student but so far we have not met. I've also come to see some other friends and perhaps to buy some more saris. This is the best season in Delhi, not too hot and not too cold, but the air is still polluted.
I have to go back to Italy on the 10th March, three weeks early, because I am going to interpret at a medical conference in Cremona. A friend has bought me a ticket to Milano from Mumbai. So I am cutting short my stay in India. From there we will be going to London a few days later. Being adequately compos mentus after a ten hour flight will be a bit of a challenge!
The train arrived at a station I have never heard of. I thought it was old Delhi so kept asking everyone where the metro was. People sent me up and down the stairways, dragging my luggage behind me until finally I met a lovely Sikh, who told me there was no metro here, but I could catch a local train to New Delhi station for 2 rupees. He took me to the ticket office and bought me a ticket, then sent me off to catch the train. I finally arrived at Sky View Hotel at 7.15, where everyone in reception was asleep on the floor, blocking the entrance. A bleary eyed receptionist took a little while to register that I had a room booked but eventually checked me in to the room where I stayed last time, opposite to my friend's room.
I have come here to meet up with my Tibetan student but so far we have not met. I've also come to see some other friends and perhaps to buy some more saris. This is the best season in Delhi, not too hot and not too cold, but the air is still polluted.
I have to go back to Italy on the 10th March, three weeks early, because I am going to interpret at a medical conference in Cremona. A friend has bought me a ticket to Milano from Mumbai. So I am cutting short my stay in India. From there we will be going to London a few days later. Being adequately compos mentus after a ten hour flight will be a bit of a challenge!
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