#and ladakh is supposed to be chill compared to the rest of India huh

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I am sitting by the gate in shock, I have never experienced such chaos at an airport in my life. The word queue lost its meaning entirely. It was survival of the fittest. I was no match for the pack of Indians with luggage trolleys who brashly cut the whole entire line at check-in, but I was steeling myself to fight the old French people behind me if they tried the same thing. Who knew where the trays were coming from at security but clearly the only way to obtain them was to steal them from someone else and fight for a gap in the mass of humanity by the luggage scanner, whose conveyor belt and the metal-detector wanding station were at opposite ends of the room, so one just sort of surrendered one's bags to fate and oneself to the thorough prodding.

It makes me almost miss the security check in Delhi, which, while being the slowest queue I've ever experienced in my life, at least had a queue to experience.