Delhi to Beijing

I was ill for the first time during my trip this morning. It was possibly due to stress rather than bad food because I could feel Delhi was eroding me. I had to move on. I'd failed, despite help from Mohit.

The last moment of stress came at 6am when my driver was due to collect me from the hotel. It wouldn't be Nandlal, he said so yesterday. I waited and waited, then at 6:15am asked the hotel clerk to call Tourist Information and finally someone arrived to collect me at 6:30am. The only tip I gave him was to be on time in future.

The 6h50m Ethiopian Airways flight flew by (geddit?). These flights could have killed me but surprisingly they're getting easier. 50 pages of "Persuasion: The Art of Influencing People" and half of an old Private Eye and we were on the tarmac in Beijing.

It was only a little while after landing that I was staring Chris, a colleague, in the face. It's good to see a familiar face, even if it is Chris's. It was good to catch up on gossip and laugh like I haven't laughed since Phillipe and I drove to Cape Point a fortnight ago.

I know I'll like Beijing but will I end up feeling lonely again when I move on?