Getting to Ranchi

I think somethings, small things, were organised well about our trip. Our first flight, for example, was an afternoon flight with a bassinet. Naina travelled fairly well. Those small packets of cheese they give on the planes went down well.

Things then became a little tougher. The first night in Malaysia we got to bed at 945pm (so about 12:45 Melbourne time) but it took Naina a while to settle down, the bed was small, we were hungry and we knew we had a connecting flight at 8am the next morning. Getting N up at 6 am after only 7 hours or so felt mean and it was a sign of things to come. We had organised too much in too short a period of time.

After reaching the amazingly "buildifying" and "construct-tor" city of Delhi (in preparation for the Commonwealth games, they are extending the Metro to the airport, building massive freeways and roads and building two new terminals at the airport), Deepti's brother showed up at the hotel, ostensibly to meet us, but really to meet N. Once he left, we fell asleep at 4:30 pm (10 o'clock Melbourne time), with our body clocks totally whacked. We slept 12 hours.

And the next day (Tuesday 03 Feb) we flew to Ranchi and were met by mum and dad's housekeeper. For two days N had been cramped up in bassinets and pouches and hotel rooms and airplanes and taxis, at least in Ranchi, she could play unimpeded. Except everyone wanted to pick her up.