I booked myself a flight for that night (happily finding out fares go down in the last few hours before departure!). Sweet!

Unknowingly on a mission impossible, I had 2 hours to get to my plane seat from the 16-million people crowded city.. The universe had a few hoops to jump to test me... the rickshaw-driver's "Trust-me" detour against all my map-commonsense... passing X-rays only to get into the metro... being denied entering the airport by guards as I only had an SMS flight ticket to show, until I found the secret passage...
After an apparent success despite not having all the M.I. gadgets, I discovered the 8:10pm flight was actually taking off 40 minutes earlier! Somehow I made it to my seat, just fashionably late for the new timing. I probably had to,as I was flying the very cool Indian version of Virgin Blue, just all in red.

I got to Amristar airport late that night. In the nearly empty airport, a really nice indian man lets me use his mobile to call the guesthouse, but no one picks up. So the nice indian man takes me to the prepaid taxi stand and helps to get me a cab - which i could have done. I can now see that nice indian man is also a good business man because only Shiva knows how my non-negotiable AU$10 dollars were shared after that. I was handed to some guy who took me to some car with no taxi-sign on it. I suppose I should have reasonably hesitated there, but I am am in adventure mode and decide to jump in anyway. Leaving first impressions behind, the driver is a thoughtful guy... as he seems to think I must like my driving like in the western movies, the 'fast and furious' style. We nearly scraped 20 odd cars, spent 30% of the time in the wrong lane and he pressed the honk enough times to write a sheet of honking-mozart.