The Adventure Begins Anew – Part 2 The Flight
At the airport gate.
It’s always interesting watching people at the airport gate. One man who I saw at the security checkpoint
sat next to me and commented on the book I was reading. I thought he had been with this rich lady who
the minute she got through the checkpoint went to look at $100 purses “in case
she saw one she liked.” After that quick
conversation the plane started to board. “Families with young children” was
called and I laughed internally as nearly everyone who stood. Anyone over the age of 50 went seeking
attendants to bring them wheelchairs.
I’ve never seen so many people in wheelchairs before, especially since I
observed that they were mostly all walking around just fine before boarding!
On the plane, my seat had been taken by one of these
wheelchair couples. He was sitting in my aisle seat and she was in the
middle. He asked if I could take the
window seat and I said emphatically, No.
He tried to say that they were a couple, which didn’t make any sense to
me, but I still held out. That was the
seat I had reserved and for good reason too. I was not going to sit for 15
hours next to the window!
We landed in Dubai which reminds me of Las Vegas. I got on a
train to head for platform B. On the train I observed a woman with a small
child and a young boy. She hit her head
with the butt of her hand; her other young son had failed to follow along with
all of them and so had been left behind. She asked how to get back and was told
to get back on the train and it would return to the platform. I hoped she found her son alright. I waited
around to see if a second train might come with the boy alone on it, but there
was only one train that moved back and forth between the two platforms.
At this airport they have shopping carts which do double
duty as luggage carts. Everyone takes one to put their luggage in them and they
are free to use (unlike the $5 charge in San Francisco). With 144 dhirans in my
pocket, left over from my last trip, I proceeded to start shopping like
everyone else. There are only 2 things I
actually buy, chocolates and movies. I didn’t see any Hindi films I wanted, so
I purchased some duty free chocolate since I couldn’t take more in my luggage.
After the little bit of shopping it was time to board the plane. I had forgotten that I had used some frequent
flyer miles to upgrade to business class.
What a difference from economy. I had plenty of space in the
overhead bin for my luggage. I had a bigger screen tv, not that I needed that.
The best part was the reclining seat. I
could stretch out and lay completely horizontal. My meals were brought to me by an attendant
who gave me his name and used my name.
He put a table cloth on my tray, took my dinner order, and refilled my
water (they were giving out free alcohol too, but I didn’t take any) as much as
I wanted. While the special treatment was nice, the bed seat was really the
only important part and while I’ll use frequent flyer miles to upgrade anytime,
I just can see paying those prices for business or first class tickets!
The plane landed in New Delhi at 2:45 am. The international
airport is nice and I would have stuck around longer, but I had to get my bags.
Once I got my bags, then I was forced out of the airport. I found a shuttle bus
to the domestic airport. Here is where I waited in a hard plastic chair for
about 7 hours before I could enter the domestic airport. After a hassle with
baggage (I had to nearly pay for a second plane ticket to cover the cost of
excess baggage), I sat down to wait for my plane to Patna. I tried filling up
my water bottle at the drinking fountain, only to realize that unlike Dubai
which had signs saying their water was filtered and sterilized, I probably
shouldn’t drink the water here.
This long wait and hassle with baggage almost made me wish
not to visit here ever again. But the man in the fez must have truly given me
some blessings, because the minute the plane set down in Patna, Bihar, I knew
in my heart that I had arrived to the India that I have come to love.
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