The Lal Qila with the flag flying at half
Winter was knocking at the door, meaning that my time in Jordan was over. The plan of reaching India by land through Iran and Pakistan was long gone by then, thus I went to my favourite library, plugged in my little baby, during the boot time ordered a cinnamon cappuccino and then booked a flight to Delhi.
It was only when I was home again that I heard about the Mumbai shooting, thinking if my timing could possibly be less appropriate! After tranquillising family and friends I just tried to mentally prepare myself for an incredibly long wait at the security check. But eventually everything went well, and —surprisingly enough— there were no security checks at all at Delhi airport.
My little baby wearing the MissK? sticker
The third one was the extreme pollution: Delhi air is … polluted! You will see in my photographs that it looks always as there was a light fog. And to this you really don’t get used easily :-(
More on the Delhi experience on next post! Of course when I’ll get a decent connection I’ll upload the Delhi gallery, that is almost done.
«Horn please» — Self commented
The door key at the hotel
ciao Piergi, anche se in ritardo, buon Natale.
Buon Natale a tutti quanti, grandi e piccini! :-D
Holaaaa!!!!!!!
xe ben GOA?
Ciao Pier,
vedo che non rispondi più ai miei sms, probabilmente la rete non ti permette più di ricevere dall’italia. Ti faccio i miei auguri di Buone Feste, LP
Ciao Luigi!
Finchè resto in India ho un numero indiano:
+91-9911-369-753
Auguri a tutta la famiglia!
wasn’t milano closer to have polluted air?
Buone feste
– 3°…STO BATTENDO I DENTI…
too much sun and…