there is always this point upon exiting the airport where india hits you. its the smell of delhi: burnt this-and-that, pollution, people, spices, random food, and garbage all mixed into one. i love it. smell is that thing that the mind associats with memories and somehow this funny smell of delhi always fills me with a sense of fullness, gratitude and adventure. india never lets me down.
this was my first time flying on a direct flight to india, what an invention!. fifteen and a half hours on a plane is a feat in itself, but it was so worth the effort. to not have to do a layover in europe somewhere is a real blessing. they didn't kill us with quality of food this time, although the days of free liquor on international flights is over--at least the american carriers. these days you gotta sneak your own!
on the plane i kept seeing these particular people on the plane, the looked familiar but were not sitting togehter. with a fifteen hour plane daze it didn't hit me until I was exiting the plance in New Delhi and say a sign saying : OZOMATLI. no wonder!
maybe it was the travel fatigue bit i gave the guys of ozomatli a big shout out. there were comming to india to play music annd travel. maybe they could make it to the wedding?
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