Oh wait. Sorry, I haven't slept really since we left yesterday; I must be delirious. We're in our second hour of waiting to be cleared to push off from the gate, with at least another hour ahead of us. How did this happen? I'll give the Cliff's Notes version:
Got to London on time. Yay!
It's cold in London.
Plane needed to be de-iced.
De-icing crew (They have that? What a terrible job. That's why I'm going to college.) could not be acquired in a timely manner. Perhaps thirty minutes pass.
Finally saddle up to the gate.
They have to call an engineer because a door won't open? Or close? I'm not sure.
Finally free! Head to check in for our next flight.
Which has closed.
Wait in line for over an hour.
(They fed us, which was nice.)
Get rerouted through Delhi, which is northwest from where we need to be.
Most (all but four) of our party will go to Vishak directly, which is closer to the children's home. Also, no twelve houyr train ride, which is a +/- because I've heard that's an experience to be had.
The other four (Schaun and family) are going to Chennai and will meet the gang down south soonish. This is all assuming this delay won't change those plans.
As I'm writing this, the captain tells us we're pushing off to go taxi in a "remote hold area," which may help our wait time? He says it'll still be another forty-ish minutes. "At least we're pushing off and feel like we're starting on our journey."
I mostly just feel more stranded and anxious. Uh, yes, sir? Do you have some Valium on that snack cart?
I'm fluctuating between being upset and finding this whole thing hilarious. I'm starting to believe that the entire sub-continent of India is a hoax, and that we may never get there.
Kidding. Have to shut my phone off. This is a good sign!
Jessica
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