New (?) Delhi
"Where did all these people and traffic come from?" was the question that raced through Johan's mind as our driver zigzagged us through the most chaotic traffic we have ever seen. It was already 11pm. Roads are not signposted and everyone drives the way they want. More than half of the cars did not have rear lights (note, not just out of order, but "removed" by other cars). Roads are NOT even.
As we sped into the polution, our driver (merrily chatting away to us in the rear-view mirror) chose to drive in the lane of oncoming traffic as the 2 lanes that go in the same direction as us, were just too slow. Johan braced himself for a few accidents that fortunately never happened.
Our hotel is in downtown Delhi (sort of the whole city is downtown) and we ended up in a small room where the fan just moves hot air from one place to another. We were told that we are fortunate to have arrived in their winter (although the temperature at the airport was 30 degrees at 10pm).
After a great night's rest, we woke up at midday, just in time for the last scraps of breakfast. We managed to upgrade our room for a mere $6 to 3 times the size and with much appreciated aircon. India is cheap, I mean really cheap. Janine bought some woman's clothes and snacks and water and apples and we have not yet spent R50 (US$7).
The whole place is really a culture shock - we are already having a great time!
Culture shocks: Rice called Airplane Rice; more staff in the hotel than visitors; ohh the traffic; ohh the polution; ohh the filth!; cattle everywhere just feeding fom the fruit stalls; some very very very poor people; some very very very weird looking people...
As we sped into the polution, our driver (merrily chatting away to us in the rear-view mirror) chose to drive in the lane of oncoming traffic as the 2 lanes that go in the same direction as us, were just too slow. Johan braced himself for a few accidents that fortunately never happened.
Our hotel is in downtown Delhi (sort of the whole city is downtown) and we ended up in a small room where the fan just moves hot air from one place to another. We were told that we are fortunate to have arrived in their winter (although the temperature at the airport was 30 degrees at 10pm).
After a great night's rest, we woke up at midday, just in time for the last scraps of breakfast. We managed to upgrade our room for a mere $6 to 3 times the size and with much appreciated aircon. India is cheap, I mean really cheap. Janine bought some woman's clothes and snacks and water and apples and we have not yet spent R50 (US$7).
The whole place is really a culture shock - we are already having a great time!
Culture shocks: Rice called Airplane Rice; more staff in the hotel than visitors; ohh the traffic; ohh the polution; ohh the filth!; cattle everywhere just feeding fom the fruit stalls; some very very very poor people; some very very very weird looking people...
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