The train pulled into New Delhi Train Station at 11pm and everybody (as usual) rushed to get out of the train. I walked straight into a stuffy Paharganj and got myself an a/c room at Hotel Rak International (Rs550/S$20.37) per night. Did my toilet runs, bathed and watched Barcelona getting eliminated from the Champion's League. Fell into deep slumbers immediately; afterall I had not slept on a bed for more than 2 days.

As I had explored Old Delhi during the first part of my trip, I headed south and visit the main sights in New Delhi. Though it was getting better after a good sleep, I still needed the toilet runs. Didn't really want to get my Delhi Belly treated here; maybe I just want this to be treated when I get to Sillypore. At this stage, I was fatigued and was using my remaining ounces of energy for missing home, mum and Sally. It seems that I had reached my limit. I was so glad when the flight finally took off for Bangalore (and from there onwards to Sillypore) especially when there was a 3-hour delay at the airport (due to a grounded aircraft).

Bearing in mind I encountered incidents that I would never stumble upon in Sillypore, India was definitely an important experience of my life. The work was not easy; being away from home for long periods of time was worst (realised my dirty laundry just doesn't disappear automatically like it does when I am at home with my mum). Looking back retrospectively, I sometimes wondered how I managed to get by these 8 months. I guess my colleagues in Bangalore helped (CH, BT, Sir Roberto and Sir Alfredo) alot, regardless from cooking those delicious meals during weekends or simply by providing company. Thanks for making my India a better place.

As I board my flight home from Bangalore, I wondered (like I always do) if I ever had a chance to visit here again. I recalled how I whined to everybody back home about this country with its traffic jams, food, organised chaos and how bureaucratic the setup was. And just before I left, I had already started missing the food (yes, I have this love-hate relationship with it) and the diverse culture one can experience where 2 major religion (Hinduism and Buddhism) originated. Sometimes, the (or maybe its just mine) mind is simply too complicated to be understood.