We left India, the sights, smells, wonderful people and amazing places, along with one of our teammates. Mark decided back when flights were booked, that he wanted an extra week in Delhi, so we left him behind. It was weird traveling with one less. The head count seemed cut short.
The days on the plane, because it felt like days, were spent trying to make our clocks function back on home time. We all attempted to sleep during the first flight and keep ourselves awake on the second. More easily said than done. Those dimmed lights just beg you to sleep. However, on our second flight we were surrounded by a large group of dancers who were coming to Vancouver to perform in the Chutzpah Festival. They were loud and fun and excited to be going to Vancouver.
Midway through the flight one of the dancers became violently ill and Taryne got to practice her nursing skills off the ground along with a paramedic who was also on the flight. I have no doubt that the dancer felt very cared for. When we arrived in Vancouver we were all asked to remain seated so that on duty paramedics could board and get to the patient quickly.
Disembarking and gathering luggage we all seemed to be a little reluctant to leave. Hmm, actually most of us seemed reluctant to leave, some of us (cough Bonnie) zoomed away. To be fair she went to young adults practically straight after she chucked her suitcase in the door so we’ll forgive her.
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