14 hours and 25 minutes later...

Well, it's been roughly 3.5 hours! And I'm ready to land. For some reason I stupidly thought we were half way there. (We were barely into Canada.) I have made friends with three (very cute) male flight attendants: Nacole, Nishe, and Gotum. Allie actually got Nishe's number, he said he could take the group to some fun places while we were in Dehli. Aside from making new friends I have also had my first bit of Indian airplane food, not bad. My seatmates and I also enjoyed some beverages and watch Despicable Me 2, which is basically a gif waiting to happen. 

The plane is very spacious compared to the trip I took to Australia, but other aspects are lacking, such as television shows (all they have is Charlie Chaplin). I'm getting ready to take a nap even though it is only 5:00pm back in Chicago. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Well, that was the plan, but a few scoundrels and myself ended up playing a drinking game, and made friends with a few more flight attendants. They informed us of lady's fashion and other need to know details of their native country. We chatted with Nishe some more but ultimately ended back at our seats. Too give you an idea of how much space there is we fit four people in three seats. The more the merrier right? We played King's cup for those of you who know what that is. Just got super excited for this trip, and this is only the beginning. It's 6:14 in Chicago. Taking a NyQuil. Time to sleep for real. Sorry for the false alarm.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Well, that as much shorter than I had hoped. I keep looking at the map and we're only halfway there. The plan is really hot, much like I would imagine satans armpit would be. Yet, I refuse the use the fan because it only circulates air already in the plane. I would rather be in a sauna than catch a cold. Stubborn? Yes, but absolutely worth it. I just finished the Wedding Singer. The movies are fairly dated. We have about five hours left. 

I can do this. Mainly because I have no choice. 

This is our route. As you can see we flew over the arctic circle, and not over Africa. I can only imagine how long that would take. It probably wasn't the best to drink tea, especially since I'm trying to sleep. I guess I'll probably be pretty jet lagged. Can't win 'em all. I really want to go to sleep, but it is is stinking hot the only way to do that would be to take off my pants. I'm fairly certain that is not socially acceptable.

Just checked the map again:

I should really stop torturing myself. People keep coughing. Yuck! How much Emergen-C can someone drink before it become ineffective?  We got snacks.... Yes, that is what I would call a cheese sandwich and cinnamon raise bread. The sandwich was pretty bland, but the taste improved with ketchup. If you can't tell I'm really bored. Perhaps I'll take another stroll.

A few hours later, 86 pages in a book, a cat nap, two water bottles, and another meal later we are less than two hours away. Definitely struggling a bit. I am beginning to develop bruises on my elbows from keeping them snug to the insides of the arm rests (a habit I picked up from flying a line so much). 

I am seriously debating moving to India just so I don't have to make the return flight back which is 16 hours.... 

मैं ऊब रहा हूँ (I'm bored.)