Arrived in Delhi
23rd September 2010
A couple of years ago Delhi airport was voted the worst in the world by Wanderlust readers. With that, and a week of stories involving Delhi’s failure to be ready for the Commonwealth Games in mind, I was trepidatious upon my arrival.
Instead of chaos though, we were greeted with smiles. We were escorted from the plane, along the travelators, to our first checkpoint where our accreditations were checked off a list. Our officials ushered us to our second checkpoint where our accreditations were validated.
After passport control, we were sat down and given tea and biscuits giving me time to photograph these hands that decorate the walls. There are 12 of them, based on the traditional Indian dance, each of them representing a different emotion.
After a suitable amount of time waiting we were guided to our baggage, which had been removed from the carousel for us, and led out of the baggage hall into arrivals. We waited for a bus, then (drumroll please) 90 minutes after landing, we boarded it.
Instead of chaos though, we were greeted with smiles. We were escorted from the plane, along the travelators, to our first checkpoint where our accreditations were checked off a list. Our officials ushered us to our second checkpoint where our accreditations were validated.
After passport control, we were sat down and given tea and biscuits giving me time to photograph these hands that decorate the walls. There are 12 of them, based on the traditional Indian dance, each of them representing a different emotion.
After a suitable amount of time waiting we were guided to our baggage, which had been removed from the carousel for us, and led out of the baggage hall into arrivals. We waited for a bus, then (drumroll please) 90 minutes after landing, we boarded it.