An email from a reader has reminded us that things have rather been left in mid-air so here is the concluding post. No photos from the day so just a selection of the signs and notices that we have seen over the last six weeks.
Sunday morning in Delhi was fine and sunny for a breakfast on the terrace. After saying our goodbyes we arrived at the airport in good time and were lucky enough to bag emergency exit seats for the Delhi - Dubai leg of our flight. At the gate there was a delay announcement but it turned out to be only twenty minutes so no chance of a stopover in Dubai on Emirates. D wore his lucky t-shirt, the one that says ' New Zealand - like Scotland but further away!' , which usually gets us double gins but this time we had an Italian on the bar trolley so the joke was wasted. Lunch on this flight was a choice between chicken and paneer so no contest.
We were pretty much on time arriving in Dubai where, in addition to our duty free shopping, we had to pick up a bottle of wine that R had ordered with her air miles that were about to expire. For this we had to go to the Fine Wine shop at the opposite end of the terminal to our departure gate. R had mislaid her paperwork but this was resolved with her frequent flyer number and a photocopy of her passport. As we made our way back towards our gate there was a final call for our Glasgow flight which rather surprised us as there was still over an hour to take off. As we got to the gate we realised that R's passport was still on the photocopier at the Fine Wine shop. D has not run so far or for so long in the last 25 years and was rather bedraggled by the time that we boarded. The good news was that there was a whole new series of the Big Bang Theory for D to work through, interrupted only by lunch - a choice of chicken or beef.
The most memorable sight on the flight was looking down on the snowy mountains of eastern Turkey and Lake Van, which has a train ferry. It was a similar view of India from a Dubai - Singapore flight that persuaded us to try India. We enjoyed a brief taste of western Turkey in May 2015 but the political/security situation appears to have deteriorated significantly since then. Radinja7 appears to be more likely than Radinturk for our next blog. The rest of the flight was mainly over clouds with no real excitement. We were on time arriving in Glasgow, got our luggage fairly promptly and our daughters were there to meet us. The standard of driving on the stretch of the M8 through Central Glasgow is a nice halfway house between Indian and UK normal so we didn't suffer too much culture shock all at once.
As usual it was great to be back home. Six weeks in India is just about right for us. Thanks for reading the blog and, where appropriate, for contributing either comments or emails of encouragement. This trip was notable for a very important lesson that we learned. Always carry a teaspoon so you can override those diabolical switches that need the room key to switch the electricity on.
Sunday morning in Delhi was fine and sunny for a breakfast on the terrace. After saying our goodbyes we arrived at the airport in good time and were lucky enough to bag emergency exit seats for the Delhi - Dubai leg of our flight. At the gate there was a delay announcement but it turned out to be only twenty minutes so no chance of a stopover in Dubai on Emirates. D wore his lucky t-shirt, the one that says ' New Zealand - like Scotland but further away!' , which usually gets us double gins but this time we had an Italian on the bar trolley so the joke was wasted. Lunch on this flight was a choice between chicken and paneer so no contest.
We were pretty much on time arriving in Dubai where, in addition to our duty free shopping, we had to pick up a bottle of wine that R had ordered with her air miles that were about to expire. For this we had to go to the Fine Wine shop at the opposite end of the terminal to our departure gate. R had mislaid her paperwork but this was resolved with her frequent flyer number and a photocopy of her passport. As we made our way back towards our gate there was a final call for our Glasgow flight which rather surprised us as there was still over an hour to take off. As we got to the gate we realised that R's passport was still on the photocopier at the Fine Wine shop. D has not run so far or for so long in the last 25 years and was rather bedraggled by the time that we boarded. The good news was that there was a whole new series of the Big Bang Theory for D to work through, interrupted only by lunch - a choice of chicken or beef.
The most memorable sight on the flight was looking down on the snowy mountains of eastern Turkey and Lake Van, which has a train ferry. It was a similar view of India from a Dubai - Singapore flight that persuaded us to try India. We enjoyed a brief taste of western Turkey in May 2015 but the political/security situation appears to have deteriorated significantly since then. Radinja7 appears to be more likely than Radinturk for our next blog. The rest of the flight was mainly over clouds with no real excitement. We were on time arriving in Glasgow, got our luggage fairly promptly and our daughters were there to meet us. The standard of driving on the stretch of the M8 through Central Glasgow is a nice halfway house between Indian and UK normal so we didn't suffer too much culture shock all at once.
As usual it was great to be back home. Six weeks in India is just about right for us. Thanks for reading the blog and, where appropriate, for contributing either comments or emails of encouragement. This trip was notable for a very important lesson that we learned. Always carry a teaspoon so you can override those diabolical switches that need the room key to switch the electricity on.
Thanks ! Turkey next ?
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