The time has come, we're off on another hop. I have a bit of anxiety about this trip, but I know it's gonna be life changing.
Flying into Dehli is epic. You can't see a thing from the plane, so no idea when you're gonna land. Weird feeling for me. Getting through customs was a breeze and we're told to look out for the driver with a yellow sign. Nice.
We booked a place near the train station called Hari Piorko Hotel... great location, nice place, friendly staff. We'll nickname that Harry Porker, that'll help us remember it lol.
Waking up the next day in the middle of all this chaos and... yeah, let's just say it's different than we were expecting. Last night the street was jammed, this morning it's empty... except for the rubbish, the dogs and a guy selling something out of a pot.
Not sure where to start, we book a taxi driver from the tour desk to show us around. He was so good, we payed him a second day. I don't know what he was thinking, but it was great. We paid him well and got our bearings.
He took us everywhere, we saw so much the first day we wondered what was left. The next day we visited Red Fort and took a cycle rickshaw through Old Dehli. Pretty cool, very chock-full of everything and the great thing about having a guide is we got hassled less.
For a first glimpse of India... pretty ideal.
I'm inspired already, how do I describe.
K
My India... Dehli... Its like playing a game of 'where's Dili' while Rick shores up his wheels for a dusty chilli cough down Oriface Lane. On pavement and in full view of market, life is happening. A ferris wheel of rupees in every hand, waving deal after deal for us to shout, while we hail a cab on the whey from Rue Besh curd. Not skipping a beat, the adventure continues as we're tuk tuk away to our hotel in a dusty sneeze. Petrol head heaven. Exhale, it's monumMental! (kf2024)
