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2009: Jan 2nd: (midnight) Hotel Ashu Palace, or OP Ji, had a man meet us at the airport, but he didn't come in, causing my wife some stress. Finally, I talked the guard into allowing me to go out and check. Middle-aged guy, the guard, surprisingly he was cool with it though. Returning inside, only being challenged once, and then backed up by the good-guy guard, I got my wife and our two carts of luggage. The driver was sleeping in the car fogging up all the windows. One of the little airport sharpies got me to allow him to take my carryon from the cart and put it into the car trunk, then he wanted baksheesh. My wife gave him 20 rupies, but he started whining about how little that was in the country we come from. About the time she gave him the second 20 I realized he was a ringer and forbade her giving him any more. Stung again, darn it!
It was cold for Delhi, darn cold for Delhi, and foggy. The fog is normal for Delhi in December/January. Coming from all that snow we'd had in the Pac NW it didn't seem all that bad to me, but the taxi driver absolutely would NOT roll up his window. Even after the windshield dried enough to not need him wiping it anymore. He claimed it would fog up the car again to roll the window up. I told him it wasn't the fog outside clouding up the windows, but his sleeping in the freaking car! Since I was in Delhi, my jeans jacket and flannel shirt were packed in the luggage. With the driver's window open directly in front of me, and a long drive to the hotel, I got a chill and begin fighting a cold. The evening we got to Orissa the cold won. |
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