Here’re some photos taken at Delhi’s airport on our short trip to India for the wedding.
Wait, says the Hand! Waiting for our turn at immigration on arrival
But even when the Hand says other things (which are impossible for my hand to do), people have to wait. That is Indian Immigration.
…Hmmm, do these Hands spell out some secret code to some ancient treasures?? (If my Malaysian relatives were here, I’m sure they would have come up with some number sequence to bet on the Lottery…)
On our way out of India – this is umm… the female version of The Thing – “Oh Mighty Ancient Goddess of the Airport, grant me 3 wishes…” Nothing happened. But all of us got dysentery when we got back to Dubai. Moral of the story: Blaspheme at your own risk
Bye-bye. See ya next time Delhi!
Wait, says the Hand! Waiting for our turn at immigration on arrival
But even when the Hand says other things (which are impossible for my hand to do), people have to wait. That is Indian Immigration.
…Hmmm, do these Hands spell out some secret code to some ancient treasures?? (If my Malaysian relatives were here, I’m sure they would have come up with some number sequence to bet on the Lottery…)
On our way out of India – this is umm… the female version of The Thing – “Oh Mighty Ancient Goddess of the Airport, grant me 3 wishes…” Nothing happened. But all of us got dysentery when we got back to Dubai. Moral of the story: Blaspheme at your own risk
Bye-bye. See ya next time Delhi!
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