Landed at New Delhi around 8pm and in a taxi by 9.30. Quite warm, very busy and everyone tooting their horns. Our driver appeared to be in a mad rush and certainly didn't believe in speed limits or indicator use.
Approaching a major intersection is not for the faint hearted where the first to flinch will never get across. It really is a matter of bluff where one just has to force their way.
In bed by midnight but I'm on no sleep which is not unusual after lengthy flights. The medieval air conditioner competed with the sounds of constant tooting car horns.
In the morning, I decided to go for a walk with my camera and within two blocks I was constantly harassed by tuk tuk drivers and shoe shiners. The streets are a buzzing with traffic and horns and the people are a plenty but there is something attractive about the organised chaos that I just don't see at home.
As per my old travelling blogs we always have the number 21 appear. This time our room numbers are 212 and 213 - both with a 21!
As per my old travelling blogs we always have the number 21 appear. This time our room numbers are 212 and 213 - both with a 21!
K and I went to the markets to explore their wares but the constant harassment by street vendors wore us down. K later braved this again by taking the kids shopping for clothes.
Out to dinner for a spot of Indian of course dodging bikes and tuk tucks. Getting good at this already.
Out to dinner for a spot of Indian of course dodging bikes and tuk tucks. Getting good at this already.
It's cold showers and questionable food at the Perfect Hotel which it is far from but it all just adds to experiencing something which screams India and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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