With my packed bag in hand, I left my house this morning. Filled with that excitement that hits you when you take that step out your door and close it behind you. That unknown always dwells in my mind. What adventures will I have before I open this door again? With my mind wondering, I walked through my gate and jumped into my uber. The driver delivered me safely and uneventfully to DFW airport. Believe it or not, that part isn’t as easy as it sounds. If you are one of the 3 people that follow this blog, then you know what I’m talking about. If not, re-read some of my older posts and you will see what I mean.
I boarded my flight and now I’m watching the flight map move by in that ever slow, torturous fashion that only a true long-haul flight can give you. This one is 16 hours, much longer than normal, due to the Ukraine war. With the ongoing battle Russian and Ukrainian airspace is closed. Now people might wonder, why would you fly over Russia to get to India? Well believe it or not flat earthers, its shorter to go North to go East. Sounds counterintuitive doesn’t it? But its true. Go straight to go right. Sort of like one’s path in life sometimes, the path you don’t think is the way, is the shortcut. Its just hard to see and understand and even harder to accept, well at least in the path of life anyways.
So why am I going to Delhi? For some reason on Saturday I thought, “hmm maybe I should tackle India again.” For those that don’t know me, India has always been my nemesis. It’s the one place that beat me. It tried to kill me in 1996. I had to medically evacuate back to Singapore where I spent a week in intensive care. Apparently, I had a septic infection of my kidney. How did I get it? Who knows? But I will tell you it was the best crash diet a human could ever go on. I lost 30lbs in about 10 days. Top that weight watchers!
Since my trip was cut short last time, I did not get to see the Taj Mahal. I went to India and didn’t see the Taj. That is worse than going to Paris and missing the Eiffel tower or the Louvre. You just don’t do it. I always wanted to get back and reverse that failure. Getting my ass kicked never sat well with me and I’m never one that doesn’t get back up after getting knocked down. So, I’m back up on my feet, bag in hand taking the long ass flight back to the most foreign and strange place I have ever visited. I wonder how it will go this time? Keep checking in and see how it goes!
bgjflyer 
Glad to see you are still alive.
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