New Delhi: only by Kathmandu standards could Delhi seem relatively calm
Leaving Kathmandu on a flight to India is, well, different. On a completely full plane (six seats wide, and 35+ rows long) there were about 6 Westerners. Security at the Kathmandu airport is large in quantity, but short in thoroughness. I had my bags either screened or hand-searched at least 5 times from the time I stepped into the airport to the time I boarded the plane. The last bag search was at the bottom of the stairs to the aircraft. However, all of them were part of the rushed mayhem that is characteristic of that airport, so consequently, the search was perfunctory at best.
Signs clearly said that no more than 100ml of liquids could be brought on board in a container. Though, when asked about my aluminum water bottle, which was half full, I said, “it only has a few sips of water”, which seemed to be an acceptable answer.
Pots in Kathmandu in the pottery district of Bhaktapur. Saw lots of clay, saw unfired and fired pots, saw an huge earthen kiln, but couldn’t find anyone actually throwing a pot.
The first time I took a taxi from the Delhi airport to the hotel was at the very beginning of my trip, almost a month ago. This was the same ride to the same hotel. But, unlike the first time, this ride seemed absolutely calm, which is only in comparison to, a) my prior 4 weeks, and b) just spending a few days in Kathmadu, which is insane by any standard.
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Wow that was odd. I just wrote an extremely long comment but after I clicked submit my comment didn’t show up. Grrrr well I’m not writing all that over again. Anyway, just wanted to say superb blog! geekeecdkeee
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