First week in Delhi: Getting used to traffic, air and food
Finally after two days in India I have found some time to write a note about my travel, arrival and first days here. Nothing extraordinary happened but there are always experiences and topics worth mentioning for a variety of reasons, like the anecdote about my confusing identity with which I will begin. When I handed in my Polish passport and my Overseas Citizen of India (OCI) card, the Polish Airlines employee seemed puzzled. She looked and looked at both documents, flicked through the pages and then started making a series of phonecalls, probably to some internal help line. I could not hear what she was saying but the case of a Polish passport issued in Barcelona with an attached Indian document that has an address in Barcelona in it must have been too much of a riddle. Finally after some ten or fifteen minutes I was treated like all the other passengers and allowed to check in my luggage. After a seven hour flight in which I found myself unable to sleep as it happened during my day...