Red Heart

I don't know how to start to tell my experience in India. I was there for two weeks, but felt as long as two years. The last part of my trip was like a long sweet dream which I did not want to wake up. However, when I left I almost felt like I fled from there, a happy, successful fled.

The start of my journey was not dull. On the flight I sat with a fine-looking relaxed Indian guy studying in a Graduate school in Australian. His name is Vivek, which means wisdom. We discussed the culture differences between India and western countries, very fun and interesting conversations. Later on he found the wine on the plane was really tasty and encouraged me to drink, too. For politeness, I sipped a bit white wine, which was not amazing. He left me his cell phone number and home number. " Call me if you have any problem in Delhi,"he smiled to me. I was moved by his warmness.

We had an unpleasant delay of landing due to the business of Delhi airport. For 20 minutes or longer the plane can only wheeled above the airport. I guess most people were like me dreaming of putting on a parachute and jumping off to the land—a desperate after a long journey and knowing the destination is right there. Later I heard such delay is very often in Delhi airport and 20 minutes is relatively short. It is true that Delhi airport is under construction. However, this is not the only reason to be blamed.

Anyway, I was lucky as a friend is picking me up, otherwise I didn't how to survive in such a dark and chaotic airport. Still, it took half an hour for us to find each other near the parking lot. Finally, my friend set me in his car, which surrounded by numberless cars. When I started to wander how could us get out and drive, he went to call some people working in the park lot. Three of them started to push the cars in front us away, one by one. This left me in a shock, the first experience for me to see people park and drive this way.