The Long Long Long plane flights

We have arrived in Delhi and all is well but I have to say, those were two LONG plane flights!  The first one was from Atlanta to Paris and since Air France was on a strike, they had changed us to a bigger plane as the other flight had been cancelled. We had paid for the economy comfort seats (WELL worth it) and were supposed to have two together on the side, but instead, they put a young man and Jim on the side and me on the aisle seat next to them. It could have been worse, but not as nice as it would have been and it felt crowded even though it had more leg room. There was not an empty seat on the entire plane.  Otherwise the flight went well and we arrived in Paris in the early morning and had no problem finding our new gate.  Things are MUCH better marked then they were a few years ago.  We had four hours between our flights so that was time to stretch our legs and get a muffin and get ready. The next flight was delayed because of the Air France strike-but only by an hour and we were on our way for another marathon flight.  I sat next to a young girl who was working in Nepal helping a clinic work with HIV/AIDS victims. The man in front of me put his seat back all the way and these were not economy plus seats as there were non on this flight. As often happens, my restless legs syndrome kicked in.  Jim swapped seats with me as he had an empty seat next to him (one of only 4-5 on the entire plane.  It did help to have a little more room to move but that meant he got the man leaning back all the way and it was quite claustrophobic -I owe him big time.  I slept off and on and watched the map to see where the plane was. Over Afganistan, the man in front of Jim stood up and went up toward the front of the plane, turned around and lurched over the man in front of him, then slowly just slid to the aisle by my feet with glazed eyes.  I tried to catch his head as I could see it all in slow motion. Fortunately, there were two doctors on board who came quickly and ministered to him and after a few minutes, he slowly came to.  All I could see for a few minutes was an emergency landing in Kabul or some other place in Afganistan and while I was very concerned about the gentleman, I was not excited about the prospect! But thankfully he came to and after awhile they got him up and sat hinm in the steward chair up front and he seemed to be ok.  I am sure they had him checked out when he arrived in Delhi a couple of hours later.  But all this was right at our feet and quite alarming, to say the least. 

When we arrived in Delhi we managed to get our luggage and head out through customs and we were met by the Enchanted India contact person and our driver Rishi and we rode in "our" car back to the hotel. The car is nice and has bucket seats in front and back and is very confortable.
Time for our meeting with our consultant so better close.
Madge