I promised myself that I would write a journal on my notebook for any trip I went to. It was actually inspired by the most recent book I read, 'The secret letters of the monk who sold his Ferrari' by Robin Sharma. So, I tried to absorb everything I saw, felt, sensed, smelt, or tasted and put it together and kept it written on my journal. But it succeeded just for a couple days, then I got distracted and just kept them all as memories.
It was on 31st March 2017, where we departed to New Delhi from Kuala Lumpur via Air Asia X. I was sitting alone on plane, separated from my friends, as I bought the tickets a little later than them. It was a different kind of experience travelling to India. I was not that excited. It was more of curiosity. There were few Malaysian on board, based on the passport they were holding. The weather was quite nice. It was a bit cloudy. Next to me was a Chinese lady, I assumed she is a student traveled back to her university. I usually felt asleep easily once I hopped on any kind of vehicles but this time I hardly able to sleep. It took about 5 hours to reach Delhi but I only managed to sleep for an hour. I overheard everything while stay awake. There was a caucasian lady talking to the cabin staff about changing seats. She was sitting in between two 'tabligh' guys. I guess she doesn't feel comfortable. Can't help but being judgmental. One of the guy suddenly asked her to change seat with the other guy who was sitting at the aisle so that she might feel better. However, she politely refused as she wanted to sit together with her boyfriend at the back seat. I think too much omg. When I was finally get into my dreamland, we already arrived at the New Delhi around 11pm (Delhi time).
We decided to sleep at the airport as our next flight would be at 8 am. It wasn't comfortable at all but there's options whether you want to sleep at the steel couch or at the premium lounge where they provide place for nap. (They even has spa just in case you need massage!). We chose to sleep at the couch, obviously. We slept at the terminal 3 of Indira Ghandi International airport. At 4 am we were awake just because somebody mistakenly thoughts it was 6 am (Malaysian time hahaha) *cough* me *cough*. So we hurriedly went to the departure hall, not knowing that our airlines was actually at a different terminal. The army guy said we need to catch a bus to Terminal 1. Did I mention there's a lot of army at the airport? and they were holding amor and stuff. Few blocks from the terminal 3 there got many expensive looking hotels in one place. JW Mariott, Novotel, Pullman hotel, you name it. It all there. It took about 10 - 15 mins to reach Terminal 1. I can see enough of Delhi that I hated. Not able to visualise stars/moon/sky. There were too much pollution. Thick haze. Starting to have difficulty to breathe. Really can't wait to reach Kashmir.