New Delhi Domestic Airport
Trip Start
Dec 11, 2009
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Trip End
Jan 14, 2010
In India, if there is a crevice, it won't be there for long. I’m getting better at handling this. When I stand in line, I now stand with no space in between me and the person in front of me. It was weird at first (to my Western bubble of personal space), but here’s how I figured it out. As I stood in the airport ticket line in New Delhi, I gave personal space to two Western travelers buying tickets in front of me. An Indian man wedged in front of me without any sign of shame. Less than an hour later, I was upstairs checking my bags for the flight from Delhi to Bombay and as I waited at the yellow line, he wedged in front of me. Being inoculated by the prior incidence of wedging, or inching as it can also be called, I immediately asserted, "Excuse me. I believe I was next." He looked shocked that I would address the matter, but stepped behind me. “Thank you,” I said with a proud smile.
At the airport post office, I was able to mail my brother his Christmas card for $1.20 US. The guy at the ticket counter said “Where from?” When I responded “US,” he lit up and replied “Oh, I love Americans.” I didn’t know how to reply, so I said, “Thank you. We love Indian people too.” As we waited at the new domestic airport for our flight to Bombay, I turned around to see a young couple was video recording Mark and I on their camera phone. They looked both embarrassed and impressed when we smiled and waved back.
The airport shopping was fantastic. I didn’t buy anything other than an incredible latte from Costa Coffee, lunch, and a Freakonomics book for Mark’s birthday, but I enjoyed all of the window shopping. In addition to free wifi and phone for locals, they offered cheap prices in general. Mark’s best-selling new book was only $8, and notebooks sold for $1. I loved all of the fancy beaded purses and gorgeous jeweled shoes- the more covered in jewels the better! The women here dress so femininely, so unlike my Colorado camping clothes. Women wear full bold beautiful saree dresses, and I love it.
At the airport post office, I was able to mail my brother his Christmas card for $1.20 US. The guy at the ticket counter said “Where from?” When I responded “US,” he lit up and replied “Oh, I love Americans.” I didn’t know how to reply, so I said, “Thank you. We love Indian people too.” As we waited at the new domestic airport for our flight to Bombay, I turned around to see a young couple was video recording Mark and I on their camera phone. They looked both embarrassed and impressed when we smiled and waved back.
The airport shopping was fantastic. I didn’t buy anything other than an incredible latte from Costa Coffee, lunch, and a Freakonomics book for Mark’s birthday, but I enjoyed all of the window shopping. In addition to free wifi and phone for locals, they offered cheap prices in general. Mark’s best-selling new book was only $8, and notebooks sold for $1. I loved all of the fancy beaded purses and gorgeous jeweled shoes- the more covered in jewels the better! The women here dress so femininely, so unlike my Colorado camping clothes. Women wear full bold beautiful saree dresses, and I love it.




Comments
Annie, you handle yourself well. I'm so glad that you are in a country that likes Americans. Sounds like your meeting great people. The clothes are beautiful.
Love, Lori
Your last coment on women is best comparison I've heard recently! :)
Thanks!