I am well aware that hard luck stories of jet-set travel do not go down too well on this blog. If you must waste the planets resources by flying to India for three days, then don't complain when it doesn't quite work out. Basically, it's 'the if God had wanted us to fly, he'd have given us wings' argument.
Some of you, I am sure, will read the following narrative as Beard's come-uppance. But I think you might also try it as a sad tale of the individual against the un-listening corporate bureaucracy. And there's a topical tale of Twitter abuse, sadly, to end the tale.
You'll have seen in the last post what an extraordinary occasion the Jaipur Literary Festival was. Equally extraordinary, in a less up-lifting way, was getting out of the place.