I am missing a day. It happens to me every time I travel here to India. I was on the plane for 12.5 hours, and the time difference is 11.5 hours ahead over here. What this means is that I arrived in Delhi at the same time I left Newark, just in the future. I feel odd whenever I think about that missing day. I understand that I still experienced the passage of time. I suppose the weird feeling is spending 12.5 hours traveling 24 hours into the future.
I don’t know what it is about packing, but I am really bad at doing it in a timely manner. I suppose I like to be under a deadline. My plane left was scheduled to leave at 8:40 PM of February 27, 2009. This meant that I had to be at the airport by 6:40 PM of the same day. My bag was 100% empty as on 6:01 PM. I did make it to the airport in plenty of time.
The plane was packed. All the seats were filled. The man sitting next to me kept sleeping on my shoulder. This made for a relatively uncomfortable trip, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I would complain about airline food, but everyone already knows it is terrible. I suppose I did just complain about airline food.
After working my way through customs and baggage claim, I went and got a prepaid taxi as usual. The taxi driver actually knew where he was going. This usually doesn’t happen. So now I am safe and sound at Shashi’s House.
