Eleven o’clock, the engines on our plane start up. Fog still is all over the place, but I can see well beyond the end of the wings. A new pilot appears, and there’s a burst of activity in the main cabin. Maybe we’ll be free soon. Sure enough, at 11:35 – five and a half hours after we were bundled aboard this plane, we start rolling, then flying, and facing the final 1:35 of what turned out to be a very long journey of about 33 hours. Ahmedabad awaits. (Times of India story on the fog delays; In the print edition, it's five pages ahead of the story titled "Newborn dies as rats nibbled away his hand.")
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