Bagdogra Airport, or goodbye India.

I am sitting in the little, very old, still somewhat communist airport of Bagdogra (Union of Collectivist Workers run the small restaurant). The architecture is crumbling and though they do keep it clean and air conditioned, and that's a lot, it's no brand spanking new Delhi airport. Interestingly both airports have exactly the same very convoluted security checking protocols. Key here is to remember that it's gender segregated and never ever let go of your boarding pass for it will stamped and checked 7 times (counting my printed eticket to get into the airport). Oh and you are not allowed to bring Hand Granads or Marshal Arts Devices on board. Good to know.

Left Darjeeling this morning. Here are a few pictures to close out my time. I'm off to Bangkok.