I have now landed in New Delhi, India. It is 5 am local time. I thought it was a bit exciting having to pass through a "health check", which basically consisted of answering either "yes" or "no" on a "have you got the piggy-flu"-form, and then walk in front of bored Indian officials with face masks and infra-red cameras measuring the body temperatue. I had to fight the urge to write "yes" just to see what would happen.
As I arrived in the middle of the night I haven't really managed to get a first impression of India yet, apart from noticing that it smells like in Sri Lanka. According to B, this is the smell of cow dung burning. It is not a totally unpleasant smell actually, and I think I'll just have to get used to it whether I like it or not.
It was great seeing B again, I don't think I've seen her since she and M got married on a roof top in Istanbul with the Blue Mosque as a backdrop 2 years ago. It was the most amazing wedding ever, and their love story is something worth making a movie about, and I might consider telling you all about it later when my brain isn't scrambled. Now it is time for bed.
Oh, and I think there is a high risk I might become a consumer of Bollywood movies. They contain enough escapism to even make JR Tolkien jealous, and more kitsch than I though was possible on this side of Elton John.
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