The Trip Home

As I now sit in the Paris airport, waiting for another flight and watching the sun rise over an Air France plane, I reflect on the first 24 hours of my trip back to Seattle.

I wasn’t really looking forward to the long trip home from Gangtok, but everything must come to an end.   It would be a grueling 5-hour car ride down from the hills, then a 2-hour flight to Delhi, then a 4-hour layover, then an 8-hour flight from Delhi to Paris, a 3-hour layover, and another 10-hour flight from Paris to Seattle.

So, a car arrived at 9 am in front of the New Castle Hotel in Gangtok, Sikkim, to start the long journey back to Seattle.   Last week, the trip from Bagdogra Airport to Gangtok took about 7 hours by car because we had to take a detour around a landslide that blocked the road.  There was little rain this week, so I did not anticipate any unusual road problems.

The trip between Gangtok and the Bagdogra Airport is one wild ride.  Descending from about 5,500 ft over windy, bumpy roads that are not always paved, dodging goats and sheep, and avoiding head on collisions with other vehicles is a harrowing experience.   I made sure to take a Dramamine tablet before we left.

To complicate matters, the Prime Minister of India was scheduled to arrive at the same airport that I was scheduled to leave from.  His arrival and my departure were less than one hour apart.   He was going to take a helicopter to Gangtok to inaugurate a new airport.  Anyway, the trip from Gangtok to Bagdogra airport took about 5 hours, 2 hours less than it took to get to Gangtok.

Bagdogra airport was chaos.  Inside the terminal was hot, humid and crowded.  First, my flight was delayed by 20 minutes and then it was delayed another 20 minutes.  I was not so concerned with the delay because I had a long layover at the Delhi airport.

Throughout the week I was concerned that I would have trouble entering the international terminal in Delhi.  I knew that security was tight and that they required a boarding pass or ticket just to enter the terminal.  The problem was that Air France did not provide me with an electronic ticket and when I tried to check in online, I was instructed to get my boarding pass at the airport.  Most of my documentation identified me only as “MrEric.”  I anticipated this problem so I used my computer to download the email instructing me to get a boarding pass at the airport.   This email had my full name and ticket information.

It turned out that my computer saved the day.  The security guard would not accept any of my paper documents.  I said I had more evidence.  I turned on my laptop computer and showed the guard the email I had received.  That did the trick and he waved me through.