Nepal 3: Hong Kong to Delhi

Air India

[ed note: this is part 3 of a serialized story. Read Part 1 here and please sign up for e-mail reminders when a new chapter is posted.]

I had a ticket onwards to Nepal, via Delhi. The five hours between when my girlfriend’s plane departed for home and mine left felt interminable. Yet, sitting in a shocked stupor, it also felt as if things were moving very swiftly. Nothing made sense.

I was a human robot, less than a lost child. I could not have thought for myself or made any decision other than to continue down the path I had set for myself a few days ago: I was going to Nepal, and Holly was going home. What had seemed to make so much sense in the weeks leading up to our parting now felt all wrong.

But she was gone, and I held tightly to two tickets: HKG to DEL, and DEL to KTM. The idea to buy a ticket home didn’t even enter my mind. I was utterly incapable of independent thought. So I sat, and I waited, and I boarded the plane to Delhi.

I didn’t speak a word to anyone.

Here’s a fun fact about Indian airlines: they play relaxing soft-jazz music during takeoff and landing. This detail woke me from my reverie for a moment— so different from the strictly regimented takeoff and landing procedures of the FAA and American airlines. The differences didn’t stop there, as I quickly found out. Not only did my ticket include carry-on luggage, it also included TWO free checked bags, up to 50kg each, AND entitled me to an entertainment system, full meal, and free alcohol. I thought of my last few experiences flying domestic in the U.S., and actually laughed.

My seat mate drew away from me, but didn’t comment. I ate my meal, lay my head against the window, and drifted off into instant sleep. I had been up for over 24 hours. It felt like a week.

***

As we flew into Delhi, my window seat afforded me a strange view. The entire countryside around the city was peculiarly patterned: dotted with identical circular structures. At first I couldn’t make out the exact details through the thick haze of smog which lay over the ground. Then, as we continued our descent, it became clear: the circles were causing the smog. They were smokestacks.

For kilometers and kilometers surrounding Delhi, the country was covered in identical factories. Not similar factories, identical factories. Each compound consisted of the same parts: a large, circular building with a tall smokestack in the center, a few access roads, and about two dozen long, low buildings, a mixture of storage or barracks for workers. We passed over an innumerable number of these factories, and my thoughts turned to the clean skies of my home in Colorado. I thought of my love for the outdoors, and the fulfillment I find in playing in the clean mountain air.

I thought about the thousands of dollars I have paid for skiing and climbing gear, manufactured here, or in similar places. I thought of my car, my home, and our strict environmental regulations at home. I thought of Republicans in our Congress, denying global warming. I wondered: how many of them have come to these places, and seen these sights?

Maybe they have, and maybe they just don’t care. Money, they say, makes the world go round. But clean lungs will help keep you going around, with the world. The residents of Delhi were suffering so I could live my lifestyle, and they didn’t even know it.

I stared, hypnotized, at the never-ending industry. We landed with a bump and a smattering of soft jazz, and I was in India.

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8 thoughts on “Nepal 3: Hong Kong to Delhi

  1. If in 1998 India could build and test its own nuclear devices, hoodwinking the US and taking the entire world by surprise, why can’t they pass sensible environmental laws to protect their own citizens?

    So, in this particular instance, I disagree with all the blame laid at the feet of the US politicians and corporations, because it takes two to tango and I would lay the larger share of blame on the Indian politicians who do care about their nation or its people as much as the US government does.

    • Fair enough argument. My experience with these issues has definitely been fleeting. I’m sure there is very much I don’t know; I always appreciate new and more informed perspectives!

  2. I was in India in March of this year for a business trip, including Delhi. I wasn’t on an Indian airline, so I don’t recall/remember the music. I do recall free booze though. 🙂

    I read your last post first, which brought me to August 1st and now this. The image of the buddhist stupa in Kathmandu reminded me of my excursions in Pune, India, where I went to the Karla caves and visited the ancient buddhist stupas there. I learned what “stupas” were then, so it was awesome to see your picture and know what I was looking at.

    I agree about learning about the world around you (e.g. the global warming deniers). My business trip after India took me to Beijing. Your other photo of you covering your face due to pollution reminded me of Beijing, which is also very polluted. Beautiful city though. But even my colleagues in Beijing were sad about the pollution and seemed embarrassed to have me “witness” it on my visit.

  3. Enjoyed the read. Will follow so I can browse the story later. I did a lot of crazy traveling and lived an extremely adventurous life (mostly in the far east). My body doesn’t co operate so well now lol (just had my 65th) so I’ve toned things down a little, but I enjoyed your simple straight shooting writing style and like to read about others travels. Hope life is treating you well!

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