Fourteen hours of travel are not few, but for one who has dedicated his blog to Lord Shiva, satisfaction in reaching in its Indian land claims definitely worth it.
Well, maybe next time better to calculate the difference in time zone, not to find myself pretty comfortable wrapped in the cover of the Emirates, psychologically ready for a night's sleep on a plane to find myself a rather unexpected one in the morning alarm clock (the 3 and a half hours local time) with the chilling awareness of the need to spend a sleepless night on a chair and sore Dubai Airport. Fortunately, the local Starbucks makes cappuccino with a double shot of coffee.
And so today I came to Delhi. The 20-plus-degree weather brought by the Internet have deceived me, and here is not so hot as I thought. All this stuff in a suitcase summer, luckily I have with me a sweater vest and a few feathers.
I settle into a hotel after a taste of city traffic encapsulated in a TATA mini car driven by a cute teen with a turban. Indian traffic is always the same: chaotic, a mixture of new cars, donkey carts driven by exhausted coaches overflowing with people and stray dogs known Bollywood and light brown.
greets me in the hotel the smell of mothballs: nothing spiritual, anzisi is an old trick that is used to remove beetles from the pipes. But even so tired after a sleepless night and the effect of "double shot" expired long ago.
I do take a nap, interrupted by malriuscito attempt to fix the scratchy radio reception in the hotel. It comes time for dinner, so I reach Helen and Joe, respectively Piedmont and colleagues in London. We set off at a restaurant in rickshaw, braving the rain begins to fall while merciless (note to travelers: in addition to checking the time zone, Lieutenant always pack mud-proof shoes and a raincoat!). The place is full not only people but also mielosissime Valentine decorations ... we celebrate with local beer, paneer in a sauce of spinach, chicken and vegetarian byriani.
The day ends with a pill of melatonin will indeed serve to reduce the effects of jet lag?
Well, maybe next time better to calculate the difference in time zone, not to find myself pretty comfortable wrapped in the cover of the Emirates, psychologically ready for a night's sleep on a plane to find myself a rather unexpected one in the morning alarm clock (the 3 and a half hours local time) with the chilling awareness of the need to spend a sleepless night on a chair and sore Dubai Airport. Fortunately, the local Starbucks makes cappuccino with a double shot of coffee.
And so today I came to Delhi. The 20-plus-degree weather brought by the Internet have deceived me, and here is not so hot as I thought. All this stuff in a suitcase summer, luckily I have with me a sweater vest and a few feathers.
I settle into a hotel after a taste of city traffic encapsulated in a TATA mini car driven by a cute teen with a turban. Indian traffic is always the same: chaotic, a mixture of new cars, donkey carts driven by exhausted coaches overflowing with people and stray dogs known Bollywood and light brown.
greets me in the hotel the smell of mothballs: nothing spiritual, anzisi is an old trick that is used to remove beetles from the pipes. But even so tired after a sleepless night and the effect of "double shot" expired long ago.
I do take a nap, interrupted by malriuscito attempt to fix the scratchy radio reception in the hotel. It comes time for dinner, so I reach Helen and Joe, respectively Piedmont and colleagues in London. We set off at a restaurant in rickshaw, braving the rain begins to fall while merciless (note to travelers: in addition to checking the time zone, Lieutenant always pack mud-proof shoes and a raincoat!). The place is full not only people but also mielosissime Valentine decorations ... we celebrate with local beer, paneer in a sauce of spinach, chicken and vegetarian byriani.
The day ends with a pill of melatonin will indeed serve to reduce the effects of jet lag?
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