Benvenuti A Delhi – day 2

What an absolute culture shock. I have been to other countries around the world and I was warned about the difference but I don’t think both of us were trully prepared for the reality. When we got out of the customs,we decided to wait at the terminal until dawn before heading into Delhi - I reserved 3 nights in the Youth Hostel – but it very hard to sit in a place without being hassled by taxi drivers. We found the departures waiting area, You cannot enter the departure terminal until check in opens for you specific flight. So maybe not the best place to wait. In the mean time I paid a ‘stupid’ tax – the tax was not stupid but I was – at least I got that out of the way at the beginning of my travels. At dawn we decided to at last brave the new world. We aimed to get a prepaid taxi. We headed to the booth. We had to fight our way through the crowd of people offering us there Taxi and Hotel etc. We then got onto our taxi, which was a very small battered susuki type van. Smaller and more battered than you think. The same as Daisy then, just kidding Martyn! What a ride. In India, they drive on the left. That’s the theory anyway. In reality the drive where the space is. Trucks, buses, cars, vans, ruckshaws, motorised ruckshaws, mopeds, bikes. There were just every where. And this was 6am. The driver had to ask a few people before we made it to the hostel - the hostel is in the embassies district of Delhi. However we could not register until 11am. So we sat around a bit more just for the fun of it.