And after the long bus ride back, I had my last day in Dehli, India. Harri and me went for a roadside-omlette-breakfast before taking the metro where we parted, him heading for the train and Bombay and me going back to Gurgaon, south Dehli, were I found Neha, Swati and Wolter again. Once the wave of over-fatigue past in excitement, I got a couple of hours sleep in a horizontal position, how nice. And then there was still time for another late breakfast, packing the bags, read the last couple of chapters of "hundred years of solitude", lots of discussions, a walk, more coffee, diner and finally goodbye.Goodbye Neha, goodbye Swati, goodbye India. It was a nice Sunday I enjoyed a lot, despite my affinity for gloomy Sundays and the dawn of a long journey bringing about an emotional twilight.
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