Holi Hai

The arrival of Mum and Dad to India was celebrated in Delhi on a grand scale.
The three of us took a taxi to Delhi airport and were followed by another car for the return journey with, if all went well, Mum and Dad IN INDIA! The wait at the arrivals lounge seemed interminable but suddenly, as concern was beginning to set in, we saw them and had a very happy reunion.
All a little distracted, we made our way back to the taxis and Mum and Dad were whisked away in the spare car. Both drivers clearly were on friendly terms and it was probably normal for them to race on the return journey. Weaving in and out of the Delhi traffic, we caught glimpses of Mum and Dad as our driver, grinning in what can only be described as a maniacal way, sped past the other car. The driver of Mum and Dad's car was quick to meet the challenge and the next we saw of them, Mum and Dad were the unwilling accomplices in a car chase on their first night in Delhi. Luckily, they were still smiling.
The following morning was the 'crazy' day of the Holi festival. By the end of the afternoon we were completely covered in all the colours of the industry standard rainbow. Powder dyes were rubbed on our clothes, hair, faces and even in our mouths, followed by water pistols, water bombs and painted raw eggs. The teenage boys and kids had the best time, the boys dancing to Bollywood hits long after everyone else was furiously scrubbing themselves in the shower.
Once clean, we went for drinks at a bar called Piccadelhi's, where the 'London scene' had been recreated, complete with red phone boxes and the life size buses you find in all London bars! The waiters were very sweet, they gave us two free cocktails each, and we all swapped addresses. In the park in the afternoon people were sleeping off a holi hangover.