We flew home ahead of everyone else.
Checked in for the flight - more bureacracy - first you must queue at the bank and pay departure tax (lower for us than the others because we were flying out via Delhi), then change your Rupees for Dollars (no sterling), then check in with your receipt for the departure tax.
We were in the departure lounge when they announced our flight was delayed by an hour and a half. Jenny had visions of missing the connecton at Delhi - in which case the next flight was the following day - when she was supposed to be in Bristol teaching.
However, Jet Air staff re-assured us that they would hold the connecting flight at Delhi.
On arrival at Delhi we spotted that our cases, along with half a dozen others, were offloaded immediately and whisked away across the tarmac to our onward flight. We in the meantime were met at the terminal by Jet Air staff who had our boarding cards for the Heathrow flight, which had indeed been held for us. They marched us through security (Mark carrying his boots to avoid further delaying and adding to Jenny's stress level by putting them bac on and doing the laces) and onto our flight.
The perfect connection - no hanging around at all.
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