New Delhi is different. Completely different.
The terminal is new. There are staff up the wazoo. There were about five pax requiring wheelchairs on arrival, and there were enough chairs AND staff to push them, AND their luggage, to the pickup area. I know this because my mother-in-law was one of them. She's a little old lady now, and those stubby little legs have had to work twice as hard all of her life to get the same distance as us taller people. So she needs a little help on the longer distances now. To the guy meeting us, and then to the car.
Leaving the airport, and things are still the complete opposite of Mumbai. The road from the airport is wide. It's clean. And so are the people. Sure, the drivers will still try to turn a 3-lane road into five. Baby steps.
There is a new development going up on the outskirts of the airport, with every hotel chain dropping one of their latest iteration into the mix. It's called Aerocity, and it will be very impressive.
I may have been wrong about Christchurch. I was told years ago about ours being the only city with the expensive suburbs next to the airport. New Delhi airport was obviously built since that statement. Once we get past AeroCity, we drove through what the driver told us was some of the most exclusive real estate in the city.
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