D-Day+1

ahh, air travel.

those of us fortunate enough to have used the excellent service on the GT road from Delhi to Chandigarh on the Volvo B7R buses, will have an idea of the level of comfort in my trip if they multiply the experience by 5 times.
Chicago airport was a relaxing stopover, and we did have a nice but expensive breakfast(35 quid) but you guys had to see dad in action. the 17 hour flight had caused his pagri to become rather stogy, so he decided to tie it on again in full public view; in the main gallery of the O'hare airport.

the TSA guy near us looked like he'd seen a circus performance, which my dad's special spin-around turban-tying procedure does resemble. we had quite an audience of gaping white people around us.

Chicago is full of such fat people, that it made me feel like i had Bruce Lee's body. of course, the appearance of a rare pretty woman or handsome stud got me down to earth.