Well I made it, after much panicking and little organisation. After an exhaustive plane trip involving a fuel stop in singapore, a 5 hour maze game called Dubai airport, and a few hours spent milking the free drinks they give you with Emirates, Alana and I finally arrived in Delhi with a mixture of excitement and wanting to turn around and go back. Standing in the taxi terminal is like standing at the edge of a giant whirlpool. Once you jump in you know you've got to keep swimming. My memory kicked in at just the right time to find our guest house, and a place to book bus tickets out of there.
After sleeping for about 12 hours, we took a deep and stepped out into the main bazaar of Pahar Ganj, Delhi's tourist sanctuary. We had a few things planned that day, and luckily
managed to avoid getting scammed by dodgy rickshaw drivers (a moustache and some knowledge of Hindi go a long way). We were both still finding our feet, completely overwhelmed by all our senses, and managed to make it back to our guest house in time for some rooftop dining before meeting our dodgy travel agent. Soon enough we were on a sleeper bus out of there (imagine a coffin with a cushion and a window) and on our way to Jaipur.
Having neither
of us been here before, we were confused where we were deposited at 5am, and just as we were about to find our way, we managed to get talked into taking a rickshaw ride down a street or two, until the driver asked someone for directions, then proceded to tell us that where we wanted to go was 10km away, and we should stay at this guest house. We laughed and walked away, another 800m to the place we wanted, and were very glad to find they had hot water. After a short nap we decided to venture out to the markets, and found it ridiculously busy with traffic, and after buying a thing or two we found out it's actually election day for Rajasthan, which made the trip back to our guest house even crazier.
So we are now taking it easy, hoping to get a decent nights sleep. I'm about to buy some lime sodas and sit on the rooftop listening to the peculiar chorus of hindi pop and car horns. We will stay here another night before heading to beautiful Pushkar. Namaste and love to you all.
Shaun.
After sleeping for about 12 hours, we took a deep and stepped out into the main bazaar of Pahar Ganj, Delhi's tourist sanctuary. We had a few things planned that day, and luckily
managed to avoid getting scammed by dodgy rickshaw drivers (a moustache and some knowledge of Hindi go a long way). We were both still finding our feet, completely overwhelmed by all our senses, and managed to make it back to our guest house in time for some rooftop dining before meeting our dodgy travel agent. Soon enough we were on a sleeper bus out of there (imagine a coffin with a cushion and a window) and on our way to Jaipur.Having neither
of us been here before, we were confused where we were deposited at 5am, and just as we were about to find our way, we managed to get talked into taking a rickshaw ride down a street or two, until the driver asked someone for directions, then proceded to tell us that where we wanted to go was 10km away, and we should stay at this guest house. We laughed and walked away, another 800m to the place we wanted, and were very glad to find they had hot water. After a short nap we decided to venture out to the markets, and found it ridiculously busy with traffic, and after buying a thing or two we found out it's actually election day for Rajasthan, which made the trip back to our guest house even crazier.So we are now taking it easy, hoping to get a decent nights sleep. I'm about to buy some lime sodas and sit on the rooftop listening to the peculiar chorus of hindi pop and car horns. We will stay here another night before heading to beautiful Pushkar. Namaste and love to you all.
Shaun.
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