I'm all for direct flights—India to Canada—and that was our (Connor and myself) intent. You've heard the saying, "Man proposes. God disposes." There is this problem with the Pakistani airways, and so our flight, like many, had to divert and land in Copenhagen to refuel.
I've learned that if you accidentally chance upon a bear on the trail, you may stand your ground or walk around. With politically hot issues involving citizens in the air, fly around and away from the troubled zone. Don't confront.
This detour made a six hour difference, but it made little impact on Connor and I. Another hour is another hour. I do feel sorry for those with babies. They don't have the same patience.
Overall, the trip to India was great—as usual. You just have to overcome the chaos, and always be psychologically prepared. Our last three days in Vrndavana were somewhat restricted for walking, unless you want to get plastered by Holi enthusiasts.
There were, however, two occasions, one in Radha Kunda and another outside our host's gate, where men refrained from throwing any colours, permanent or impermanent, on my clothes. People respect their swamis, and even though I'm a foreigner and white with a tinge of sun-tan, the reverence still goes on.
I'm impressed with India's premiere airports, especially in Delhi and Mumbai. They are so state-of-the-art. They put many airports of developing countries to shame. If only the rest of India could be like those airport facilities, it would be pleasant—incredible even.
May the Source be with you!
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