We are now in India. The journey here was unexpectedly pleasant. On the Dubai to Delhi part of the flight we were upgraded from Economy to Business Class. Kate told us that she would be our cabin host during the flight and asked us if we would like a complimentary glass of champagne. We couldn’t think of a good reason why not. We were also complimented with a large TV, fully reclining massaging seats, hot perfumed face towels, fine wines with the meal, and to top it all of a cheese board. When the captain told us we were going to land, we were heartbroken!
But land we did. We were transferred to our hotel by a women only taxi service. Sunita took good care on the journey through the hectic Delhi traffic; she was the only female driver that we saw on the journey. And so to The Good Times Hotel our sanctuary from the Delhi streets, onto which we would not venture until the second day.
We asked the manager which way to go. He seemed surprised that we wanted to walk in the rain, but offered us an umbrella, and advised that under no circumstance should we accept the services of the tuk-tuk drivers. We soon realised that our presence on the street was like a shining beacon of opportunity to every tuk-tuk man in the area. We resisted their offers of taking us to interesting parts of the city for a few pence, and instead made our way along the muddy haphazard sidewalks, where an enormous statue of Hanuman (The Hindu Monkey God) rose above us and the metro line.
The locals were very keen to talk to us. We discovered that I look like the Bollywood star Amitabh Bachchan, and Nikki bares a striking resemblance to Angelina Jolie. They also thought it would be a good idea if we used their friend’s tuk-tuk.
As we picked our way back through the streets, the rain came down harder, and the sight of the hotel was a comfort.
I wonder which film stars we will look like tomorrow.