India, Day 3 - Touchdown.

Another ten hours on the plane, passed in movie-watching and broken only by a fitful, hour-long nap.  Like any other time one "tries hard" to sleep, REM was elusive. Finally, I landed in India.

With my one bag over my shoulder, I passed through customs, picked up my checked case and transferred to the domestic terminal.  I've only been doing this for a few years and am hardly an established veteran of Indian travel, but the amount of new development I see in New Delhi every year is unprecedented.  The area around the airport has more buildings and more points of interest every time I see it.  "Rising Elephant" for real.

Once in the terminal, my last flight came, and I went.  After forty-eight hours of travel, I arrived at my final destination.

My host picked me up at the airport, and we went back to the house where I would stay with him and his family for the rest of the week.  I was warmly welcomed in with a meal, and I wasted no time in falling down onto the bed they had set aside for me and sleeping off as much of the jet lag as I could before the next morning.  Our time together would be a whirlwind of paint and rain as we performed building maintenance and traversed the city during the monsoon storms.