Welcome to Delhi.
Where the internet costs 60 rupees per hour instead of 30 and the taxi driver will try to charge you 300 rupees for a 50 rupee trip.
I have landed in the comfortable Ajanta Hotel.
Civilization feels weird.
Resting here until I either board a plane to Canada (requiring a small miracle) or board a bus to Dharamsala, in the mountains, the place where the Dalai Lama lives. I figure it will be a cooler locale in which to wait out my May 18th ticket in case this waitlist fiasco doesn't go through.
Today the Cathay Pacific clerk told me on the phone that they have the delhi to hong kong leg available, but the hong kong to vancouver leg is "extremely full ma'am". Never been called "ma'am" so much in all my life as i have in India. She wants me to call back again this evening in case the small miracle occurs.
And i rest in my room, a comfortable affair, waiting for the next move.
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