Had a wee doze on the 4hr jouney home, in anticipation for my late flight tonight and we hit the Delhi traffic pretty hard. Chilled out for a couple of hours at Anjana's where she already had two Japanese tourists moved into my room. They didn't speak English but were trying to decipher the Wifi code. All in all,it was good cheap accommodation close to where Davinder was staying. My only complaint being the length of the bed but they obviously aren't used to such strapping young men from Ireland! I solved that problem by pushing both single beds together and sleeping diagonally across them.
I say my goodbyes to Anjana and her crew and head to Abididi's for dinner before the airport.
Dinner is another array of dishes that I have already forgot but all tasted splendid. There was cauliflower cooked with coriander and ginger as well as huge veggie cutlets, they have been my favourite thing since I have been here. Out of the 12 meals I have had in India, 8 have been vegetarian and I have enjoyed them very much.
We stay around the table and learn about each other's families. Davinder's wife Neelam and Davinder himself were born in Lahore which was part of India before partition in 1947. It is now part of Pakistan. It seems like the British are to blame again. The British after World War 2 under Mountbatten, left India very quickly leaving behind the Hindi and Muslim population to argue out and split the country into two which they still house bad sentiment about. Overnight, the Hindi and Muslim population went to war with many slaughtered. Abbididi tells us a story about her mother who was a strong minded leader. Her mother was a child when this all happened and her best friend was a Muslim whilst she was Hindi. She woke up in the middle of the night to find her best friend with a dagger in her hands above her. Abbididi's mother asks her what on earth she is doing. The best friend replies by saying that every Muslim child has been told to go and find their best Hindu friend and put a dagger through their heart. Abbididi's mum replies saying well if you are going to do it you best put it through my back because I am lying back down. She turned over but the friend disappeared. It's stories like this that make you realise why communities hate each other for generations but I am told Gandhi sorted it out with his wise words.
Off to the airport where corruption is strife once more where the soldier won't let me in departures without a printout of my boarding pass. 100rupees later he changes his mind. All checked in, bags going the whole way to Belfast fingers crossed (no repeat of Davinder) and flight leaves on time and 9hrs later I'm at Heathrow!!!!