All eyes were heaven-bound and, although no words were spoken, we were all thinking the same thing as another jet plane took to the skies above: you jammy lot! We, meanwhile, were standing in a fenced-off ‘cage’ area in the car park, having been

and goats trying to make a bid for freedom. The scene was played out to a cacophony of beeping horns – clearly in India indicators are for wimps. “You need three good things to drive in Delhi,” our chauffeur told us. “A good horn; good brakes; and good luck