Flying was a chore. By the time we reached Hong Kong for our rather long layover, we all (besides being nearly vegetative from jetlag and lack of sleep) felt as though we had known each other for much longer than mere hours. Upon landing, we deliriously came to the decision to visit the world’s largest sitting Buddha, about 45 minutes by bus outside of Hong Kong. Even through our tired hazes we were able to fully appreciate the sight (it was gargantuan, really). This revelation and more was promptly followed by glorified ramen noodles. Could’ve just been the jetlag, but I swear they tasted better than what I’m used to.
When we finally landed in Delhi I felt that we had all set up shop professionally aboard various aircraft. Spending nearly twenty-seven hours aboard is enough to mess with your perceptions a little bit. The taxi drivers here are extremely candid (read: girlfriend stories), and this in addition to the veritable sledgehammer combination of unfamiliar sights and sounds made for a unique first experience in this country. After this, we promptly fell asleep.
Ever since, we’ve been acclimating. Learning what to eat and what not to eat, learning how to deal with beggars and shopkeepers, learning generally how to get around without being completely inept. Our stomachs have also been acclimating. Enough detail on that.
Until next time,
Jake and Chelsea
