India

[No Worry Chicken Curry, Day 2 – Delhi, India]

August 7, 2013

All roads may not lead to Rome…seems like they may all be in Delhi. Brian and I stepped off the plane from Delhi to a different world when we landed at Indira Ghandi Airport in Delhi. We met my old roommate Ben and Matt (who he’s been traveling around the world with) alongside our soon to be favorite person in India – our driver Krishna.

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Krishna will be with us for the next three days. Expect MANY MANY Krishna-isms in this post. If you ever go to Delhi, there is no reason why you should ever go with anyone else, he is the best driver in Delhi, possibly the world.

Honk, Honk!

We headed straight for the Pearl, our pit stop in Delhi. At $17 each a night, this four person room was a steal. It wasn’t in the best neighborhood but eh, with three men in tow I figured I was safe. Basically when looking for a hotel you get an even split of luxurious overpriced tourist hotels or reasonable and beautiful business hotels in worse locations…we chose the latter. Here is a vine of our room:

We're home!

We’re home!

 

After a quick rest we headed out into the city, we took rickshaws once the road was cut off to cars and I took a few pics. At this point I’d like to say that driving in India is the definition of “organized chaos” somehow honking is used as a communication mechanism and when I awoke later in our journey to find that we had driven over the median on the highway and were driving on the incoming traffic side…Krishna’s “no worry chicken curry” response somehow didn’t send me into a panic. Don’t worry, chaos works in India.

Time to rickshaw

Time to rickshaw

Dear bucket of delicious fruit, wish I could eat you.

Dear bucket of delicious fruit, wish I could eat you.

It's starting to feel like Where's Waldo?

It’s starting to feel like Where’s Waldo?

The man with the bird

The man with the bird

It is always a good time for shopping

It is always a good time for shopping

 

We also stopped by this mosque which was fitting for Ramadan. Sunday was the Indian day off so Red Fort became too crowded, we headed back for some Paneer Butter Masala, endless Naan and a different site instead.

Red hot steps

Red hot steps

Aviators are a must

Aviators are a must

 

Where religion is directly proportional to heat

Where religion is directly proportional to heat

Washing up

Washing up

So nice and cool inside

So nice and cool inside

 

We made our way back…

Our fleeting attempt at the Red Fort

Our fleeting attempt at the Red Fort

Rickshaws! [bottom picture via Brian Cronin]

Rickshaws! [bottom picture via Brian Cronin]

Humayun’s Tomb is definitely worth seeing although the first day for me was the worst in terms of attire. So hot, so humid. The tomb built in 1570 was the first garden tomb on the Indian subcontinent…so it was also pretty cool.

Sightseeing like pros

Sightseeing like pros

It was hot hot hot, I learned my lesson about white jeans and button downs that day

It was hot hot hot, I learned my lesson about white jeans and button downs that day

One group shot and...

One group shot and…

Almost there...

Almost there…

Ta-da

Ta-da

 

Those Shoes Suck, Those Shoes Rule…

It doesn’t matter where I am, I will go shopping. I insisted Krishna take us to a bargaining type chaotic market because it was far more fun. As Ben and Matt’s Varanasi guide says – “If you don’t bargain you’re just a white ATM”. I loved it.

Huffing It

Huffing It

 

We stopped by Central Market where I bought some elephants and ali baba pants for my sister. Pretty much you always want to halve the starting price.

Forget cutting a rug, cut a sidewalk

Forget cutting a rug, cut a sidewalk

Time to shop!

Time to shop!

Central Market pre bargain

Central Market pre bargain

I want my elephants!

I want my elephants!

 

Afterwards Krishna took us to an underground market. It was pretty much the coolest market experience I’ve ever had. We went down some stairs which obviously led to the following conversation.

Krishna: Ben, don’t forget to check your gun.

Lady at the door: Gun?! You need bag check!

Fifteen minutes later Ben joined us and explained they were both joking despite no one laughing and the joke dragging on for a quarter of an hour. You can pretty much expect a metal detector everywhere, it beeps in both the LADIES and GENTS line and nobody cares. You are subsequently patted down and move along.

Afterwards Krishna dropped us off at the hotel and we went out to the Main Bazaar for dinner, here are a few night time snaps I grabbed before we finally all passed out and went to sleep.

 

The street to our hotel

The street to our hotel

Cows are steaks. Cows are steaks.

Cows are steaks. Cows are steaks.

Scavenging for our dinner

Scavenging for our dinner

The Main Bazaar at Night

The Main Bazaar at Night

 

 

 

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