Day 48 (Thu 24 Aug) - Delhi
Got up fairly late and headed off to the Hotel Shelton in the Main Bazaar for a spanish breakfast!
On the way back to our hotel we popped into the main train station and bought a copy of 'Trains at a Glance'. This is the condensed railway timetable for the Indian Railways.
Got back to our hotel where we faffed around for a bit and then grabbed our first autorickshaw ride to Connaught Place. Let us just say that it was a hair raising experience! Sarb reckons that if any air forces want fighter pilots then they need look no further than the streets of Delhi for raw material. Anyone that can survive longer than two weeks weaving amongst cycle rickshaws, autorickshaws, trucks, cars, motorbikes and a couple of cows all travelling in various directions and speeds, generally averting disaster in millimetres is clearly made of the 'right stuff'.
We thought we'd take a picture of our driver and when Sarb asked him he was most pleased to oblige. He spent a few moments composing himself and then offered his best profile.
Found an Airtel outlet (a mobile phone operator) and asked them what we would need to get a SIM card; a passport is all that we need they explained.
Next stop was another autorickshaw to Kahor Bhag. This is basically Southall in West London ie. loads of Indian clothes shops and bad drivers. Jo wanted to buy a few local outfits so we went to about a million shops!!! Just as Sarb was about to lose the will to draw another breath Jo purchased her last outfit and we got another autorickshaw back to the hotel.
Back at our hotel Sarb made a beeline for the rooftop so that he could have a few beers whilst Jo got changed into one of her new outfits. Clearly suffering from heat fatigue Sarb decided to have a freebie Hennah pattern made on the back of his hand.
Headed down to the restaraunt in the hotel for dinner. At this point Sarb's resolve broke. We had both agreed that in India we should avoid all meat. However Sarb felt that he was beginning to waste away and that if he didn't get any meat then he was likely to attack one of the cows that wandered around the streets. To prevent the inevitable newspaper headlines (British tourist arrested for mauling a cow etc. etc.) Sarb had some mutton whilst Jo stolidly stuck to her vegetables.
After dinner, done some more blogging and asked the hotel to book our train tickets to Chandigarh as were being very lazy.
On the way back to our hotel we popped into the main train station and bought a copy of 'Trains at a Glance'. This is the condensed railway timetable for the Indian Railways.
Got back to our hotel where we faffed around for a bit and then grabbed our first autorickshaw ride to Connaught Place. Let us just say that it was a hair raising experience! Sarb reckons that if any air forces want fighter pilots then they need look no further than the streets of Delhi for raw material. Anyone that can survive longer than two weeks weaving amongst cycle rickshaws, autorickshaws, trucks, cars, motorbikes and a couple of cows all travelling in various directions and speeds, generally averting disaster in millimetres is clearly made of the 'right stuff'.
We thought we'd take a picture of our driver and when Sarb asked him he was most pleased to oblige. He spent a few moments composing himself and then offered his best profile.
Found an Airtel outlet (a mobile phone operator) and asked them what we would need to get a SIM card; a passport is all that we need they explained.
Next stop was another autorickshaw to Kahor Bhag. This is basically Southall in West London ie. loads of Indian clothes shops and bad drivers. Jo wanted to buy a few local outfits so we went to about a million shops!!! Just as Sarb was about to lose the will to draw another breath Jo purchased her last outfit and we got another autorickshaw back to the hotel.
Back at our hotel Sarb made a beeline for the rooftop so that he could have a few beers whilst Jo got changed into one of her new outfits. Clearly suffering from heat fatigue Sarb decided to have a freebie Hennah pattern made on the back of his hand.
Headed down to the restaraunt in the hotel for dinner. At this point Sarb's resolve broke. We had both agreed that in India we should avoid all meat. However Sarb felt that he was beginning to waste away and that if he didn't get any meat then he was likely to attack one of the cows that wandered around the streets. To prevent the inevitable newspaper headlines (British tourist arrested for mauling a cow etc. etc.) Sarb had some mutton whilst Jo stolidly stuck to her vegetables.
After dinner, done some more blogging and asked the hotel to book our train tickets to Chandigarh as were being very lazy.
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8/24/2006 12:13:00 pm
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