India Day 1. Sitting in Delhi domestic after leaving SFO nearly 30 hours ago. Ha, we laugh in the face of jetlag with only another ten hours to go until our final destination (for today). First observations:
Rick seems to have forgotten that he's not at work in SF and is getting increasingly frustrated with the cell phone situation. To make matters worse I am sitting here smirking mysteriously, taking notes whenever he speaks. No, I suppose it's not helping but it sure is fun to torture him. Now we are arguing about the double standard of him not being allowed to edit my blog posts while I take liberty to delete every bad photo he takes. I believe this is not so much a double standard but testament to the fact that he needs to get better at taking photos. And now he's gone to freshen up. When I asked if this was man-code for 'wipe my sweaty balls' (his, not mine) he threw trash at me. Some people.
Besides that, nothing noteworthy has happened, but allow me to exaggerate the trials and tribulations thus far so that I've something to post:
- We got lazy and took a cab to SFO. Rick packed a 50 pound tool set which was more than we could lift without a forklift. The rickshaw had better break down at least once. It actually took us over the weight limit.
- Air flight to Dubai: they forgot to serve Rick dinner (mine was delicious, thanks Emirates)
- Air flight to Delhi: they forgot to serve Rick dinner (mine still delicious, thanks Emirates)
- Delhi airport:
- okay, I concede, we were somewhat ripped off by the cell phone dealers, but lesson learned.
- cab driver tried to convince us that if we caught the free bus to the domestic terminal we'd miss our flight but with a 5 hour layover we made it.
- massively strip searched in domestic check-in to Guwahati. Never felt so violated in my life. Oh hang on, no, that was just wishful thinking. They did confiscate my scissors here though. Hard to tell who's more moronic, me for putting them in carry-on or SFO and Dubai security for missing them.
- Coffee in domestic terminal in Delhi $10. Highway robbery.
Bloody hell, we are on Rick and Justine's Big Adventure and I'm talking about the coffee? How frightfully normal. Hopefully this is the calm before the storm. Until tomorrow,
Justine
P.S. Lest you feel sorry for Rick and his lack of airline attention and battle with cellular technology, in recompense he has gotten praise on his tattooes from security guards, salesmen, and tittering Indian lasses alike, whilst no one has had the good taste to compliment my new day-glo hairdo. And he's not really that frustrated at the cellphone (just at me).
