[It’s Hogmanay but Delhi is a long way from the Isle of Skye. Nikki and I are on a search for tickets home, existing on coffee and toast and running out of money. It’s going to be a long last day of 1976 …]
Nikki on the bus
FRIDAY 31ST DECEMBER, 1976 – Part One
“Both woke early and checked out. Wandered around Place, nowhere open. Found hotel so had toast and coffee there. Then got rickshaw to Post Restante (one of million that we got that day!)
At P.R. bombshell hit us – no chit saying we had registered mail. (Got letters for Di and Rob). I asked if could check reg mail – sent to a different building. Asked again at big school where to go – nice priestly looking men; boys playing cricket. Found place eventually. Asked to see reg. mail – bloke wouldn’t listen because we had no chit from the post office. Both broke down and cried! So he relented and took us up to nice middle-aged man in charge of the mail. Let us look through the book. Nothing come the whole of December for either of us (although Asian Greyhound had telexed Kathmandu that Nikki’s had arrived and mine on its way 2 weeks ago).
Told to come back at 4. Decided to check p. restante under name Asian Greyhound – wouldn’t let us when got there. Decided to go to British Airways and see if booked with them. Nice [Sikh] man very helpful, sent telex to A.G. asking for details of tickets – we don’t even know the company flying with, let alone the date! Told to come back later.
Went to Ariana [Afghan Airways] – but they’d moved. So trailed over to new building – asked if booked with them – had no record of it. Went to Iraqui Airways – sent upstairs (like following clues to a riddle!) Nice man but no record of our tickets, said would telex on Monday if not arrived.
Exhausted, fell into restaurant and had coffee and omelette. Hardly spoke felt so miserable – both on verge of tears all day. Set off again – tried Indian Airways and Syria-Arab Airways but no luck – tickets don’t seem to exist!
Decided to find accommodation. Shirley had given us address of Mrs Calaco’s, Janpath Lane. Booked in – she turfed 2 weird blokes out [of room] and gave us their beds. Filthy bare room, dark, with 4 beds in and nothing else. Beds made of huge frames and canvas strapping for mattress. Given 2 grotty sleeping bags because had nothing. Both lay down – Nikki had sore throat and headache.
Watched mouse running over opposite bed and onto window ledge by bloke’s food etc. Both burst into tears! Never known such despair – and on Hogmanay too! Funny Dutchman came in and brewed up some tea – said there were loads of mice and proudly showed us a trap he had made!”