If this Sunday's men's hockey match between India and Pakistan is the hottest ticket in town, then the ticket allowing you entry to the lawn bowls is buried deep in the snow somewhere atop the Himalayas. Let's hope the staff at the various concessions aren't paid per chicken burger sold.
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I write to the accompaniment of drilling, having carefully negotiated my way around the decorator putting the finishing touches of white paint to the ceiling of our hotel entrance. Our hotel is a microcosm of the situation around Delhi, where work clearly began too late to be completed in time for the arrival of athletes, officials and visitors from around the world.
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