Delhi half-marathon update (last one)

I made it. Just.

My big crush

I'm in love with an Ambassador. Not a dusty, old, diplomat but the 'King of the Indian roads' - the Ambassador car. Hindustan Motors have been making the plump vehicles for more than fifty years. The cushioned bench-style seats have just enough bounce to protect the traveler from India's generously pot-holed roads and there's something so Ealing comedy about them. Friends think we're mad to want to buy an Ambassador. It may be an Indian icon but it's the bottom of the motor-owners' foodchain just above a rickshaw. A Toyota is most Delhi drivers idea of a see-and-be-seen number not an old school bureaucrats car. The Indian government travel in white ones, taxi drivers pick you up in black ones but I'm in love with a silver one spotted outside the very swish Aman hotel. The hotel has bought a fleet of silver Ambassadors and converted them to meet international travelers' luxurious demands. Cream leather interiors and polished walnut dashboards. All to ferry about hideously lucky guests who probably wish they were in a Toyota.