Start of My Adventure

 I was surprised there were very few foreign nationals in Delhi Airport’s Passport area. That was pleasurably quick, compared to Nairobi. 

Ranjan met me after I was cleared and got my bags. Sona was our driver. In Hindu, Ranjan means person who follows an Sona means gold. Every Hindu name means something. 

My hotel, the Taj Mahal New Delhi is huge and lovely. It’s going through a renovation so I’ve been warned of 9am hammering, which I won’t be around for tomorrow, with my 7am leave for the fast train to tour THE Taj Mahal. 

I was brought a welcome cappuccino and cookies! And have a pretty view from my room.

Time to freshen up and take a walk.


Delhi Airport welcome


Hands of peace and meditation


Larger than life Ladies Room sign

Men’s Room

Part of an art installation on the way to Customs

My Welcome drink
This water seems too good to drink!
View from my room

Lobby ceiling



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  1. Loriann WitteSeptember 4, 2022 at 11:39 AM

    I'm with you. Right here in your pocket. Show me around. Excited.

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