After 29 hours without circulation to the lower halves of our bodies we finally arrived in New Delhi. I was slightly nervous to step outside of the airport into 95 degree weather and overpopulated streets, but once our flights had gone smoothly and our bags arrived on time my worries started to fade.
The night before our flight I was slightly stressed out when I found that Brian was able to check in online for his flight, but for some reason I could not, no matter how many times I tried. I began to believe that this was an augury for our entire trip. It always seems that when things start out on the wrong foot it goes downhill from there.
Brian kept reassuring me that everything would work out. At least we both had our flights to San Francisco, right? My thoughts were more along the lines of, "this travel agency just robbed 800 dollars of my money and now Brian is going to make it to Asia without me!"
I decided that being stressed out before our trip was not going to help and somehow fell asleep.
At PDX (Portland, OR International Airport) my worries did not subside when I tried to check in at the front counter. For some odd reason, Bonnie, (the woman working at the desk, whose name I kept in the back of my mind in case our bags never made it to Delhi) could not check me into my flight to Beijing or New Delhi either. She convinced me that this was normal and I just had to check in with China Air when I arrived in San Fran.
Bonnie furthered my worries when I noticed her handwriting our baggage tags. She told us that, even though we were unable to check into our flights, our bags could.
Bottom line, I had a lot of bad thoughts running through my head about our trip.
When we made it to San Fran I was relieved to discover that Bonnie had been right! I was able to check into my flight to Beijing and New Delhi at the gate. Phew! One worry down.
The woman at the gate then wanted our baggage tags from Portland. She looked puzzled when we handed them over and said, "What are these?". Brian and I looked at each other, slightly confused. "Well those are our baggage tags". She replied, " It doesn't say where your final destination is".
Oh god, our bags are not going to make it to New Delhi. What are we going to do without our UV water purification lamp or the multitude of over the counter drugs? I thought to myself. I realized later that these were trivial things to worry about in the long run. Although, our water purification lamp has been incredibly useful thus far.
We decided not to worry too much about the bags until they actually didn't show up in India.
However, it was smooth sailing from there. Our flights all took off and landed on time. We didn't get sandwiched between fat people or crying kids and when we got to New Delhi our backpacks were waiting patiently for us. We were first in line at customs and when we stepped out of the front door a man from our hostel was holding a sign that said "CATHERINE BARTOLINI". He brought us straight to the front door of Hostel New King where we were greeted by "Lucky" the hostel owner, even though it was 3 AM.
The night before our flight I was slightly stressed out when I found that Brian was able to check in online for his flight, but for some reason I could not, no matter how many times I tried. I began to believe that this was an augury for our entire trip. It always seems that when things start out on the wrong foot it goes downhill from there.
Brian kept reassuring me that everything would work out. At least we both had our flights to San Francisco, right? My thoughts were more along the lines of, "this travel agency just robbed 800 dollars of my money and now Brian is going to make it to Asia without me!"
I decided that being stressed out before our trip was not going to help and somehow fell asleep.
At PDX (Portland, OR International Airport) my worries did not subside when I tried to check in at the front counter. For some odd reason, Bonnie, (the woman working at the desk, whose name I kept in the back of my mind in case our bags never made it to Delhi) could not check me into my flight to Beijing or New Delhi either. She convinced me that this was normal and I just had to check in with China Air when I arrived in San Fran.
Bonnie furthered my worries when I noticed her handwriting our baggage tags. She told us that, even though we were unable to check into our flights, our bags could.
Bottom line, I had a lot of bad thoughts running through my head about our trip.
When we made it to San Fran I was relieved to discover that Bonnie had been right! I was able to check into my flight to Beijing and New Delhi at the gate. Phew! One worry down.
The woman at the gate then wanted our baggage tags from Portland. She looked puzzled when we handed them over and said, "What are these?". Brian and I looked at each other, slightly confused. "Well those are our baggage tags". She replied, " It doesn't say where your final destination is".
Oh god, our bags are not going to make it to New Delhi. What are we going to do without our UV water purification lamp or the multitude of over the counter drugs? I thought to myself. I realized later that these were trivial things to worry about in the long run. Although, our water purification lamp has been incredibly useful thus far.
We decided not to worry too much about the bags until they actually didn't show up in India.
However, it was smooth sailing from there. Our flights all took off and landed on time. We didn't get sandwiched between fat people or crying kids and when we got to New Delhi our backpacks were waiting patiently for us. We were first in line at customs and when we stepped out of the front door a man from our hostel was holding a sign that said "CATHERINE BARTOLINI". He brought us straight to the front door of Hostel New King where we were greeted by "Lucky" the hostel owner, even though it was 3 AM.
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