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Verbatim from notebook...you have been warned
   12th July 07, Heathrow Costa, 01:00
Hard to distinguish between caffeine, chloroquine psychosis and general excitement. Midnightish, reading about Delhi, absolute crap in the newspaper, tense silent standoff for the comfy sofa; the eastern European, the odd American and the Londoner.
Drunkard earlier, tapping on closed Wetherspoons window, 'I had a drink earlier'.
Clearly.
Evil looks from moody lady. nonspecific tho - she has venom for everyone. Me the only one smiling. Others seem to deject back in reaction, late at night, got to wait ages at airport, frowns expected, grins disturb the status quo.
Badluck late-working employee struggles with coke crate, glasses man thumbs thru a whole magazine at a page a second. Morose classicalish music.
   02:30
The eastern European is Iraqi, designer jeans, designer glasses, designer goatee. Good guy tho, quiet, engineering student in Kingston, going to Libya. Old American is 'Nam vet. Catchphrases:
   "You either shoot them, or you leave them be. There's no point talking to them, diplomacy doesn't work."
   "I know a little bit about history."
Londoner's very larndon. We get on well, hard to place him.
Conversation flirts with tension. Few hours later Londoner still defies easy definition. Sometimes repeats himsel like a drunk, but can speak with concise eloquence. Comes across as kinda narrowminded but is not at all bigoted, good travel philosophy. Went to France recently and spoke no English, dogmatic use of phrasebook, just for the challenge.
Checkin customs blah blah no high speed film in duty free blah blah now in departure gate waiting place, expected many Indians (as in curry, not cowboys) but am surrounded by globular Americans with equators, 45 degree necks and inbred eyes bleep bleep bleep assessing the value of items, objects and things. boarding call and they all get up and queue, Must get onto plane first We win at the human race Don't let your GPA fall
Delhi advice from friendly plane man: Lotus temple, Qutab minar (metal alloy temple), Vrindavan, mathura
Surinder
Finnish clouds are awesome! $13 for Glenfiddich is silly, but $13 for clouds and whiskey is sweet (the dollor sign is quite fun to draw doesn't require extreme artistic talents like the pound sign).
Waiting for Delhi flight on which thru chance or sly scheme I shall be next to the same interesting Indian gentleman that I shared a row (as in seats, not argument) with from Heathrow. Much useful Delhi advice, breath of optimism about Northern India. He teaches physics in London, visits Delhi family once a year, (Scandinavian sky was made for polarising filter, curse not having my luggage) wants to sart a hostel for students where they can feel safe and not get get ripped off. India is not ready for these kind of progressive ideas.
On plane, 16:30
9 Family Guys on different screens at the same time is spoony:
   "See mother, life is like a box of chocolates. But in your case, it's more like a box of LIVE GRENADES"
Not sure saying I was Hindu on the flight booking helped. Seems to just mean I get the meals slightly late and minus the chutney. Next time I may say Buddhist, possibly episcopalian.
You'd have thought I'd have learnt not to accept all the free alcohol these cheming steward freaks offer...
16:35
She loosens the screwcap on the tiny plastic bottle of wine before giving it to me; clearly I come across as either generally incompetant or weakened by some terrible disease.
   'But what is he is contagious?'
   'These are his last days on Earth Helga, we can't just ostracise him.'
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