Starting from the Beginning

Our experience waiting at the gate in Chicago can be summed up by saying that Meg found out she loves the bridge building game on my phone. Two hours of civil engineering later and we're getting on our flight.

As for the flight to Zurich, that can summed up by saying that Swiss Air is totally great.

Seriously, 8 hours was easy. Snacks, meals, hot towels, comfy seats and built-in screens on the seat backs. It's what I remember flying being like from my childhood, before the airlines were charging you for everything and squishing more and more rows in. We watched TV shows, played chess. That damn chair was a chessmaster or something, although you can also play other people on the plane. Hell, at least half the time I wasn't sleeping I was just watching the plane icon on the flight status channel fly over the map and saying things like "wow! it's -54 degrees Celsius outside the plane!". Painless flight, or maybe I'm just easily amused.

Zurich airport was pretty cool, free magazines at least. We got some waters and watched the other tourists from all over the world mill about (only because my phone was dead from too much bridge building).

The flight from Zurich to Delhi was pretty much the same as the one before, except for the dude sitting behind us. He was drunk when he got on the plane, but by 4 hours in he was loudly singing in Hindi, and being amazingly annoying. I swatted his arm away from resting on the back of my seat, but there wasn't much to do about the loud outbursts. The stewardess cut him off long before we landed.

We don't have any pictures of the Indira Gandhi International airport in Delhi, but immigration was fast, and customs was non-existent. The guy, despite checking bags and taking forms for the four groups in front of us, just smiled as we walked by.

It was around 1 am local time, but the airport was still packed, and all the duty free shops and restaurants were still open. Drunk dude followed us for a bit, still being annoying, but eventually his friends dragged him away.

We quickly collected our bags, and headed outside into the "fog" (acid fog? terrible smog?) looking for a cab, and looking forward to crashing. That's about when our Delhi "adventure" began.