It's the end of the first day and hannah and I are finally sitting down to work out what we ant to do with our trip. Some people may call us disorganised...some people can pipe down. Well, we have now sorted out our Indian itinerary of which a 30 hour train journey from Mubai to Kulkutta promises to be a highlight, but as we have learnbed from 24 hours in Delhi, those plans are likely to fall on their arse.
We have hardly been here a day but experiencing where-evr the hell we are has left us feeling like seasoned travellers. It's alleged that we are pretty near by to Pahargari ( because that's supposedly where we are, although no hotel man, woman or cow will confirm this as English isn't spoken). is the tourist hub of Delhi. Being though it was twelve hours before we saw another (confused and lost as much as us) white woman, I dispute all claims. Never fear, we me leading us to the town centre at dusk, up the eqivalent of Delhi's A3 in pursuit of promised restaurants we inevitably got lost.
Sitting on a random side-street, crisps seemed the only option for our dinner, then accidently fell upon a rstaurant and were fed and watered with our first autehntic curry.
The assult on our senses is never-ending, never-the-less we are begining to come to terms with and slowly embracing it. Haggeliong has commenced already - sandles, tops, rickshaws, water, tableclths (in the post to mums) and we are begining to feel like pros in Delhi.
P.S. No pictures yet - combination of the fact that modern techonolgy is yet to reach delhi and also that pangs of guilt are preventing us from snapping the really interesting stuff - poverty and suffering will only lead to people hassling us for money.
never fear, soon we'll get lose all morality and have some juicy stuff for you.
Han and James
