Wrote this while waiting for my plane to London. Massive fog in Delhi. Fog like I have never before seen in my life. Plane left about 3 hours late...

Sitting in the Delhi airport.
It already feels like coming back into the Western world.  A store selling luggage.  Reebok.  "Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf"....  You can't even get an authentic Indian chai there.  It's hard to imagine a few days ago the train station in Haridwar.  Freezing.  Huddled with the others waiting for our painfully delayed train.  People putting down newspapers and sleeping on the cold, hard ground.

Varanasi.  Dirt streets.  Dust and smoke.
Leh, that magical moonland, feels like ages ago.  Another time.

....Headed to London.
Doesn't quite feel real.  Doesn't quite feel like I'm headed anywhere in particular.  I've gotten so used to waiting.  Sitting.  Reading and writing.  I could be waiting for a plane.  I could be waiting for a train.  I could be waiting for my coffee...
But I'm leaving India, and I can't believe it.  There have been amazing gifts and jewels, beyond anything I could have ever imagined or asked for.  It's amazing to realize magic still exists in this world.  And I saw it!!  I experienced it!