In case you're not familiar with World Geography, India is on the other side of the planet. Granted if you dug a hole straight through the ground until you reached the other side, you would not get to India, but somewhere in the southern hemisphere in the Pacific where I think the only living thing is the migratory path of a great white shark. But is it a 12 hour time difference - so it counts for being on the other side of the World.
Needless to say, it takes awhile to get there; and you have two basic options - non-stop flight with American Airlines for 15 hours straight to Delhi, or a non-stop arrangement that has you take an intermission somewhere in Europe.
Knowing the airplane travel is perhaps the most barbaric form of travel next to a Yak pulling a wooden wagon in freezing temperatures on the Tibetan plateau, we decided to go the non-stop route and not risk missing a connecting flight.
Actually the flight wasn't too bad. Gaby upgraded to business, so she was fine, and the rest of us had pretty roomy seats on the aisle. The movies were good, food was good (flying to India has the perk of a decent vegetarian selection for once), and the flight attendants were somewhat bearable. The other nice thing is that you actually have time to get a good sleep in - since on an 8 hour flight, you really only have about 5 decent hours of sleep once everything gets settled down.
So all in all, a good call to fly non-stop to Delhi.
