London calling...

There is so much to catch up on where do I begin... Saying goodbye to India. Although India was not what I expected I was sad to leave. That is until the hotel driver me took me to the wrong airport. Yes, I was stranded in a place where I knew no one and it was an hour and a half until my flight to London. I think my heart physically stopped for about 30 seconds before I pulled myself together and got into a cab. Now, let me be clear, these are not New York type cabs. I will attach a picture just so you can see the driving conditions. Needless to say I got to the airport, through immigration (a whole other story) through security and on the plane in record time. Thanks to a very well connected assistant in India, Olivia my hero, who was able to have jet airlines hold the plane for little ole me. It is good to be connected. All is well that ends well. After about 16 drinks and a meal I finally broke down and cried. Piece of advice, if in India and someone asks you if you are going to the domestic airport just say "no".