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Now for the return trip. Weather in Delhi by now was getting really uncomfortable at 35-37c in the day and 16-20c at night. Had completed all the jobs we came for. Had had a wonderfully relaxing stay at Hotel Imperial in Janpath. Luckily, we had both avoided the dreaded 'Delhi Belly' this time. Time to head for dear old Blighty.Tipped all the doormen and porters (everyone waits expectantly!). Major hassle at reception as the Nationwide Visa card payment would not go through[:I]. This despite having sent an email 2 days before to the building society asking for it to be processed as we were on holiday in India. Could not get through by phone despite repeated attempts. Had to rummage through the packed bags to get out the Virgin Amex, which luckily worked. i had specifically taken the Nationwide card as they do not charge for transactions abroad. Must contact them on return.
Travelled to the IGI airport in style & comfort in a large SUV called the 'Ford Endeavour'. Being a holiday for 'Holi' (festival of colours), the roads were eerily empty. Never seen such a sight on Delhi's roads! Couldn't find the VS helpers who are apparently meant to be outside the entry gate. Believe me, it makes a difference to the level of one's Blood Pressure to have these chaps take over the luggage. After complaining to one of the ground staff, not one but three helpers materialised as if by magic. Suitcases had to be scanned and security taped. Thankfully, this time no one wanted me to open a carefully packed heavy suitcase. Didn't leave batteries in the camera flashgun, unlike last time; lesson learnt the hard way.
As on the outward journey, (just our luck), someone was having trouble at UC counter. The girl had to guide him to some place at the other end for what seemed like a hefty payment. No one left. Meant going back and queueing at the PE counter. Formalities completed, left to fill in the embarcation card, which is identical to the disembarcation card filled on entry to India (why it cannot be filled once with a new date and signature at exit escapes me)[:(]. Anyway, off to immigration, another smile-free zone[:(], and then to security. After passing through the personal and hand baggage scans, we couldn't find the UC lounge. On asking a security chap, we were informed it was on the other side of security check, and we were not allowed back unless they tore off the stamped labels on our hand baggage, and that too with the express permission of the senior officer. Had to go find this chap, who was quite sympathetic, and who blamed the check in staff for not telling us that the security check should be done at the time of boarding only. Duly tore off the tabs and had 'Cancelled' stamped on our boarding cards, looking very sheepish by now[:I].
Found the 'Clipper Lounge' which wasn't worth the effort. It is a small and basic place. Only one small toilet for both sexes, almost impossible to lock, causing plenty of embarassment all around. Very few snacks, no service, sandwiches so tiny they looked like canapes. At least it was quiet. Now we had no baggage tags of course, and woe betide anyone who tries to board without properly stamped tags, as anyone who has been through IGI airport will vouch[:(!]. Had to plead for new tags from Virgin when they came to announce boarding. Went through security check all over again; this time they wanted me to open my case and wanted to look at my PDA and camera (in case they contained some highly sophisticated explosive device); was chided for carrying my mobile phone in my pocket rather than putting it in the tray, having passed me through previously without question. BP at explosion point by now[:(!]. Got to the gate bypassing the long queue of econ pax, getting glared at. Then we had the usual medley of passport, boarding card and baggage tag checks at every 50 yards; in case we had somehow slipped through all the previous checks; saw some poor souls sent back to get 'proper' stamps. Finally allowed to board the aircaft and turn left with a sigh of relief. It has always been thus at Delhi. Having travelled regularly for 20 years, I wait for the day when things will improve, as promised by large hoardings everywhere[V]. Had seats 2A and 3A, got ourselves settled with a glass of bubbly, and waited for the palpitations to settle. UC was half empty for a change, probably because of it being 'Holi'. Taxied out on time and smooth take off. normally there is no queue, but there were 2 planes ahead and two behind on this day; it seems domestic traffic is expanding exponentially.
Had some cashews and a G&T, followed by delicious lunch, a chicken curry with rice and parathas (Indian bread). Tucking into lunch when we heard the dreaded announcement 'would anyone medically qualified make themselves known to the crew'. Debated with oneself for a few seconds, hoping someone else would come forward. I am only a paediatrician after all; what if its a heart attack or a stroke; I wouldn't have a clue, not having dealt with adults since medical school, which was some 25 years ago.
Then the inevitable guilt kicks in, and one walks up to the stewardess, who seems to be ever so thankful. Takes me to the chief stewardess, who is on her first assignment under supervision. Told it was only a lady having an asthma attack and they had found a nurse, so it was all under control. Panic over, headed back to finish lunch.
Apolegetic chief stewardess comes up a few minutes later to inform me that the lady was no better, and they had discussed with their medlink in States, who had advised a steroid injection; would I give it? Time to assess the patient myself; duly followed the FSM to the rear end of the aircraft, to find an elderly Indian lady (around 75 I guess) chugging away looking pretty grey, with hubby (looking even more frail) fast asleep next to her. A quick assessment showed her to be having a severe asthma attack. Trying to use a stethoscope in the confined space over the noise of the engines is pretty iffy. Her pulse was steady though. She was able to talk in short bursts. It emerged that they had cut short a trip to India for a marriage, due to her asthma worsening. They hadn't told anyone prior to check in, probably worried that they would not be allowed on board. In fact she had been unwell for 3 weeks. Then she happened to mention that she had been provided with an oxygen concentrator at home for the past 2 years which she needed to use for a few hours everyday! None of this was known to the crew. I suggested she would benefit from a steroid injection. No way was she having an injection, and when poor hubby intervened he was told off in no uncertain terms! We compromised that she would try a nebuliser (to open her airways) and I would review in a few minutes. We got her moved to UC so I could keep a better eye on her and they could both be made a bit more comfortable. We were using up oxygen cylinders at the rate of one every half an hour. I now know that the flight carries 24 cylinders, which could last 12 hours if she didn't deteriorate and if there was no other emergency. She did get worse, and I was getting a bit worried whether she would make it. This time she did not protest about the injection, and I saw for the first time, the insides of the medical box that is carried on board. A lot of good stuff, but some important things missing, others not easy to find. Found and administered the injection, and she slowely started to improve. Wanted to take off the oxygen and lie down, both not recommended in her state; had to decline firmly; luckily she trusted my 'medical skills'. Throughout the rest of the flight, she needed repeated checks from all of us (felt part of the crew by now!), but stayed stable, and the threat of diverting to another airport in Europe was averted. We got priority clearance to land at LHR which was no bad thing, and lots of gratitude from the crew, which got a bit embarassing[:I]. Not much rest though, and I can now appreciate how tiring a trip like this can be for the smiling boys & gals. Hats off to you[^]. Asked for paramedics to board on landing, and gratefully handed over the patient, who was recovering well by now, with a recommendation that she be taken to hospital(they were planning to drive down to Southampton!). Got offered 15000 air miles as a thank you, gratefully accepted. Disembarked uneventfully; no Revivals Lounge at 6pm; would have really liked a shower and rest. Got on the coach to Parking Express instead. Drove over 2 hours to get back home completely shattered. Should have had lots of strong coffee in retrospect, but made it home safely. Fell into bed[|)][|)][|)]; leaving bags as they were; only to sit up wide awake at 2am (7.30 am in Delhi time). Took another day to recover fully, hence the delay in writing this report. Hope i haven't bored you all to tears, but it was the most exciting time I've had on a plane; and thought someone out there would like to know about it! Hope the frail old lady is recovering well; I feel her time here is limited. She did give us all a big fright. Hope she is not planning any further trips in the near future!
Best wishes
Raj