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23/9/2005

On my way to India

The flight started like a normal day for me.. once checked in .. I had to wait for my class to board.
But for those who know me … They forgot to call me (and my class) so they were waiting to close the door because some idiot wasn’t on board.. Heck that was me whahah..
Anyhow I get on board, some old geezer is sitting in my chair.
I ask whats up.. he asked me to swap chairs if that was allright. He wanted to sit next to his wife.
Sure I said, what else could I say? The stewardess came and pointed out my new seat.
And wow.. another odd indian dude was sitting there.. and offcourse no word english, german, french, spanish, chinese or even indonesian. With some fancy hand and foot work we managed to get him sit on his own chair. -pfew-
Well that was that off to India….. or not?
Flight KL871 was schedulded to leave Schiphol, Amsterdam at 11.25.
Well offcourse it didn’t they had to wait for 5 Columbians who had a connecting flight to India from Columbia.
So we had to wait for their flight to land and then to let them board…
Surprise surprise… They got busted, all 5 of them!, for smuggling drugs. -sigh-
Thats was that.. no more waits of to India.. lets start flapping those wings

Once in the air all Indian women and men had some sort of toilet marathon. it had a queue from back to front on both toilets. (must be something in their water or food )
the guy behind me and next to me has small kids.. so guess.. they had a non stop cry contest.
And when those little hearingkillers weren’t shouting or crying they were barfing their brains out

Inflight movies were Mr. and Mrs. Smith (saw that allready 8 months ago or so ..)
and a hindi movie “WAQT: The Race Against Time” that was pretty damn good. A very good told drama.. even made me drop a little tear at the end…

The food was allright.. can’t recommend it hahaha.
It was some sort of chicken with rice. And by the looks of it I was the only one that eat it.. (hmz.. hope my stomach holds it).
You only get a small plastic glass with coke or something like that each time. So I stood up annd grabbed a couple of cans to put in the overhead compartment
My neighbour was getting a little bored or something like that, because he grabbed a full bottle of Whiskey from his bag and started to make it empty. He got busted and 3 stewardesses went to him to tell him he was a “bad man!”, “dont do that”, “We will take it from you and go through your luggage”, “If you do that again you will get a fine and get busted at the Delhi airport”
I had a good laugh and I went on reading my Donald Duck omnibus (I got that from the 2 best girls in the world!!!!)

Ah Delhi.. 10 more minutes and i’ve made it.
Ahhhh.. figures bad weather and a delay of 30 minutes extra…
Click… fasten your seatbelts were in for the landing… (yeah I know.. what about those Indian dudes?) Well they were still at it… Going to the toilet even when the stewardesses stood in front of the door and said/yelled “SIT DOWN!”.
Wow a smooth landing.. the second we landed ALL indian girls and boys stood up and went to the toilet.. again a collision with the crew.

Finally Delhi.. Said goodbye to the crew and walked into the airport.
WTF! 28 degrees celcius (around 80 degrees Fahrenheid). with a 85%++ huminity.
off to the passport check.. hmz.. tough one… either the left (diplomats), middle (foreign) or the right (Indians).
I went to option left since that one didn’t had a queue.
It worked..hmz sucks no one asks me for my visa.. Had a bitch getting one.. that gives me a bad taste or a feeling of beeing ass raped

Ah belt nr. 2 had my luggage.. got it!
off to meet the person that was supposed to pick me up.
WOW around a couple of hundred persons holding a card up.
Hmz… none with my name or company….. oh-oh
after 1 hour of walking circles on the Delhi airport and allmost beeing robbed. I decided to call the home front and ask for help.
Meanwhile all of those idiot cabby’s are asking if I would use them to bring me to another Hotel and that they are my friend.
FUCK OFF!
As a last resort I went over to the guys with machine guns (airport security) and made some new friends with them… That helped backing those cabby’s off
After a while i got the phone number of my hotel and let a security guy call it and arrange a cab (a trusted prepaid one).
Then we both walked out and waited for the cab to arrive. It came after 10/15 minutes.
AND YES it got a busted tire.. FUCK FUCK FUCK!
figures…
So he called another one.. after 10 min it got there and he told the cabby something like “DONT FUCK IT UP!” because the cab driver swallowed and was VERY nice.

Traffic in India is odd and scary. First they drive on the left side. Secondly no rules?
80% drive without lights or with full lighting that blinds the rest. They drive 4 cars next to each other .. and constantly honking the horn to say “watch it!”. we allmost had a collision 5 times!
traffic lights are also fun. next to the red light there is a timer .. “60 seconds and counting down till green”

We made it to the hotel.. (the driver demanded a tip or he wouldn’t let me out.. I was glad I had a couple of 1 dollar bills in my pocket!!)
The hotel was sorry that they forgot to pick me up, so they upgraded my room to a more luxorious one. (hate to find out what my old one looked like :-))
pffff… 02.00 local time
unpacked some stuff, called home and said everything was allright.
Switched on the tv .. found 90 channels, 80 of them hindi. and 10 american kind ones.
HBO and all the Star network channels.
3 of those show non stop movies, in english! (schedule)
can also watch some series like Las vegas, CSI, the Collector, Gilmore Girls and Desperate Housewives.
All without kissing scenes or cursing.

sucks.. its 4 in the night. have to get some sleep. Wake up call is at 8 for the breakfast.

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