Travel to India - Part I
Somehow, somewhere in the Universe, several planets aligned. I don’t know why, I’m not entirely sure HOW, but someone somewhere decided, “ Hey – lets send Chris Scott to India . ” This will chronicle my descent into what I have discovered may be a sauna somewhere in hell. I don’t mean to imply that India is an unpleasant place, only that the devil probably visits here when he needs a spa day. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself – lets start from the beginning. It started with a delightful limo ride to the airport. Everything was packed – toothbrushes, socks, passport, and a large bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. This was great. I shared the vehicle with my housemate and coworker Ellen Cuny. That was a lot of fun. The car ride was quick and there was almost no fear of death. The things I take for granted… So, we hopped out of our vehicle and into the Tom Bradley International Terminal, where in lies the Emirates (that’s our plane) lounge. Which was great. The bu