Arrival in New Delhi

Jesse here. Well, 20 hours and some bad Alitalia airplane pasta (and spicy airplane Indian-food chickpeas!), we made it to Claridges Hotel. Our room had a giant king size bed, which is a good thing because for a moment it looked like all three of us were going to have to sleep in that one bed. We fixed the problem lickety split, though, and now have a second bed in there.

The hotel is rather posh, if the 6-foot-4 Marahaja-wannabe people-greeter at the front door is any clue. Wal-Mart could learn a lesson or two from Claridges with regard to people-greeters.