So on 22\6 I flew BA to Delhi. The flight was delayed for two hours on the Tarmac due to the French on strike. During the flight I managed to spill Coke over the India guy in the next seat and put yogurt down my t-shirt. On arrival ended queuing in the wrong place for an e visa and then after collecting my bag told the taxi driver the wrong address. Good news is I arrived at Freddie's flat in one piece, tired, thirsty and hungary. After a couple of hours sleep I went and met Simon across the city in a cafe and then went to dinner with an Indian friend. Fish, rice, dal, chocolate cake.....very good food and excellent company. Even the Indians were talking about BREXIT.
Once back at the flat I will attempt to get some sleep and clear the jet lag. Tomorrow hopefully go to the slum school in the morning, collect the bikes and get new glasses in the afternoon.
It's hot hot hot here.
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