Published: March 30th 2013March 30th 2013
Well, I worked right up the last minute, writing reports for work, doing important visits etc so that I was still packing up till 5 minutes before departure. Typical. I'd only been planning this since 2010. But after a quick flight from Manchester we were at Heathrow's Virgin Atlantic check-in, Upper Class no less. I of course embarrassed my husband Charlie by taking what I thought were discreet photos of every single sign that said upper class but I apparently was not subtle.
My subtlety did not increase after 5 hours in the Virgin Clubhouse and numerous glasses of champagne and it was a relief when the flight was called at 9pm. Even better though when we were greeted with yet more champagne once on board. I decided not to take up position at the bar for the full flight, but settled down to watch 'Skyfall' while eating my first curry of the trip, a bit of a wimp's tikka masala. Things better hot up when I get to Delhi!
A good night's sleep followed, and when I woke, it was to the snow capped mountains between Afghanistan and Pakistan. We were nearly there...just time for a full English
and a last decent coffee. First off the plane, eager for all the sights and smells of chaotic Delhi. Except, it wasn't. It was a walk in the park compared to the madness of Cairo. Ok, I did see countless men urinating at the road sides as we drove to the hotel. But we had no near crashes and it was a mere 40 minutes to the Oberoi Maidens in Old Delhi, all frightfully British looking and a left over from the Raj era.
A quick meander round the hotel led us to the bar, where we stayed for a good couple of hours. My liver might take some serious damage on this trip...all in the interests of staying hydrated of course. Great curry was also on the agenda then an early night. The fun finally begins very early in the morning. Lots to cram in on our first proper day in Delhi, old and new.