In the Delhi Airport, Ricky met a member of India’s Parliament. Ricky hoped to just get a quick photo with this politician and his epic mustache…however, it turned into a twenty minutes of awkward conversation and a little bit of hand-holding. But he was so happy to talk to Ricky and us.

East meets west? Or Apple at least.

We stopped at a small restaurant outside the airport in Guwahati to grab lunch.

Ricky decided to try a small green pepper that Joseph offered. My rule of thumb is the smaller the pepper, the less I’ll enjoy the experience of eating it. Perhaps I should have told that to Ricky.

This is Cliff’s “Blue Steel” pose.

He wasn’t amused.

Umiam Lake near the hill station of Shillong.

With the traffic that builds up from the coal trucks in the mountains, we didn’t reach the actual city of Shillong until late. Once in the city, it took us an hour to move about four miles to the hotel.