Flight delayed an hour than an extra hour was added mid flight. Beats me how that math works out. In the final half our of agony, I found myself suddenly reaching for a vomit bag. Hole in one I got all of it into the bag and filled it to the brim while we started to decend. Finally touched down and stumbled my way around the airport and found the train to the city. Then got lost again and walked aimlesslessly in circles once more. I finally found the hotel. Checked in then struggled to withdraw almost any money and forgot almost all my pincodes. Forunately I have now remembered some of them after a bite to eat from 711! Afte being denied food at multiple places.