I travel from Delhi to Jodhpur via India Air and with a Indian gentleman. The flight crew was diverted to another airport and the flight is delayed two hours. Some locals get very irate over something that can't be fixed quickly. Such is traveling. I have learned it well this trip. Two cancelled flights and an unexpected overnight stay in Atlanta to start the trip.
Seating in Economy is new. My very super terrific company flies us business class. It makes thing so much nicer. But for a one hour flight, no big deal. I get the window and my traveling companion sits in the middle seat. The outside is open. Yippee. But wait a guy gets in the empty seat before we leave. Oh well.
Jodhpur is a small airport and it is down the stairs to the tarmac and a short walk to the terminal. I take a few quick photos of the plane and the building. But there is a gentleman who does not like it and encourages us to the terminal. The luggage conveyor is just inside the door. We watch the mail be delivered first and then some passenger luggage. Funny how people crowd the conveyor to grab there luggage. Its like they only get one chance to grab it.
Through the building and out to the parking lot. My colleague spots our driver and we are off to the factory. Jodhpur is smaller and seems easier to navigate than Delhi. The roads are better. We go to our first appointment. Our host offers me a Indian lunch. It has several spiced vegetables. The califlower was most familiar. Rice, flat bread and a large crispy chip. It was OK.
We go from a showroom to the factory. The men factory workers are the same as in other factories. Usually young males and a lot of them. The female workers dress in the traditional colorful dresses and have jewelry. It seems the lowly workers dress very colorfully. The middle manager females dress western.
We reschedule one meeting until after factory working hours of 6 PM. The proprietor shows us his wares in a showroom. All goes well and we are ready to leave. I am understanding how we get a ride from one place to the other. Instead of having a hired car or taxi. We are having our host get us to the next place. Very hospitable but a little disconcerting. Just not use to it.
Seating in Economy is new. My very super terrific company flies us business class. It makes thing so much nicer. But for a one hour flight, no big deal. I get the window and my traveling companion sits in the middle seat. The outside is open. Yippee. But wait a guy gets in the empty seat before we leave. Oh well.
Jodhpur is a small airport and it is down the stairs to the tarmac and a short walk to the terminal. I take a few quick photos of the plane and the building. But there is a gentleman who does not like it and encourages us to the terminal. The luggage conveyor is just inside the door. We watch the mail be delivered first and then some passenger luggage. Funny how people crowd the conveyor to grab there luggage. Its like they only get one chance to grab it.
Through the building and out to the parking lot. My colleague spots our driver and we are off to the factory. Jodhpur is smaller and seems easier to navigate than Delhi. The roads are better. We go to our first appointment. Our host offers me a Indian lunch. It has several spiced vegetables. The califlower was most familiar. Rice, flat bread and a large crispy chip. It was OK.
We go from a showroom to the factory. The men factory workers are the same as in other factories. Usually young males and a lot of them. The female workers dress in the traditional colorful dresses and have jewelry. It seems the lowly workers dress very colorfully. The middle manager females dress western.
We reschedule one meeting until after factory working hours of 6 PM. The proprietor shows us his wares in a showroom. All goes well and we are ready to leave. I am understanding how we get a ride from one place to the other. Instead of having a hired car or taxi. We are having our host get us to the next place. Very hospitable but a little disconcerting. Just not use to it.
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