When landing in Delhi I am always welcomed by five things; the heat, the smells, the car horns, the colours and my Nanaji.
Ex-Army, equipped with a ramrod straight back and an astute glance one feels safe in his company. He had been telling me about the challenges of travelling around India, but interestingly enough the journey to leave the airport seemed to be a challenge in itself.
After a few different lifts, some faulty some not, heading in different directions we finally reached the car park. Assuring me he knew where he was going, Nanaji first tried to open the wrong car with the right key, before trying to open the right car with the wrong key. After two broken exit barriers, three dubious manoeuvres and several unnecessarily loud car horns, we were on our way.
A wonderfully comic start to what I know will be a wonderful few months.
I had a restful stay in Delhi so Nanaji and Naniji if you are reading, thank you.