This morning was a rush from the moment I woke up which was 6 a.m. I had a wake up call for 7 a.m. and was proud that I woke up all by myself before the alarm. The reason I had to wake up so early was because I had a phone call last night from our travel manager and he told me I had to leave one suitcase in Delhi with him until we returned. I had too many suitcases for the flight to Siliguri. Well that was disappointing, I had packed so carefully and everything in those suitcases was absolutely necessary for our trip.
So at 6 a.m. I was franticly tearing everything out of my four suitcases trying to decide what to leave behind. All the give aways had to stay with me, all the food like noodle soup and peanut butter had to stay for survival purposes (I was not going to be in a jam like last year with no food to eat). I had no choice but to leave half my clothes in Delhi and the books I had brought to read.
After that painful experience I went down to breakfast and met up with Brad & Bea and Terry & Gillian. They were a little foggy as it was 3 a.m. when they had arrived at the hotel last night. But they were in good spirits and ready to go to another airport at 8:30 a.m. Today we were leaving Delhi and heading straight to Siliguri. Our flight wasn’t until 11 a.m. but because of the traffic jams in Delhi, our travel manager, Ashwani was not taking any chances he had us rounded up and we left in plenty of time for the airport.
It turned out we rushed for no reason (not Ashwani’s fault) our flight was late leaving Siliguri by over an hour. There were two flights that they combined into one because they wanted a full flight versus two half full. So every seat was shuffled around to accommodate our new guests.
When we arrived in Siliguri it was 33 degrees C. and a very familiar sight. This is my third trip to Siliguri and I always enjoy it here. Siliguri shows the raw and truthful life of how most of the population live in India. Little shops alongside the streets. Cows walking down the road in between all the traffic, garbage spread everywhere with dogs routing through it for food. Lots of noise because of the number of people talking all at once and cars honking their horns. The smell is a mixture of car fumes and food being cooked outside. As we drive to our hotel, my head is flipping back and forth trying to absorb all the sights I can. I am thinking I must look like one of those plastic heads on a spring coil stuck to a dashboard of a car that we sometimes see swinging back and forth in a car.
The staff at The Barsana Hotel recognized us and were disappointed Russ was not with us, this time. We all checked in and had a rest until dinner.