Published: January 18th 2007January 16th 2007
Streets of Delhi
Colorful Congestion Galore
Upon arriving to Delhi at 11pm, I wanted to flee! No joke, I got into a taxi outside of the airport and directed the driver to go to a hostel which he had never heard of. As we are inching towards the exit, his "brother" jumps in the taxi. Red Flag! Red Flag! Two men in the taxi with one lonesome female- bad news!! Before I had time to figure out how to deal with the situation which my guidebook clearly warned against, I was on the highly congested Delhi highway literally packed with people, horses, rickshaws, trucks with body limbs hanging out of the window, bulls pulling carts... you name it, I saw it. Instead of sitting back and enjoying the 'view', I sat there contemplating my escape route should my escorts decide to try something funny like turn down a dark street (which it seemed like every street was!)
After quickly analyzing what was in my bag and what I had on me (i.e. purse), I decided that I could totally run away with my purse and be fine... That is when I realized I packed way too much stuff!! Nothing like figuring out that all you really need is the clothes on your back and your passport- wish I could have remembered that when I was packing!
"So what do you do in the U.S.?" says the unwelcome friend.
I answer, "I work as a lawyer" thinking first, they won't want to mess with the law and quickly dismissed that genius idea since now they probably think I have lots of money- Doh!
"Well, actually, I work in security in the court- like a guard" (AKA don't mess with this!)
So there I was, flat out, lying about my status in an attempt to prevent these two men from robbing me (which I already concluded would happen), ready to pounce out the door at a moment's notice (literally) and they start telling me that they do not know where my hotel is... Textbook case- Great, just great! I should have spoken up when we were at the airport!! WHY DIDN'T I JUST SAY - "No, I only want ONE driver "
Long story short, my drivers take me to a travel agent's office (which is miraculously still open at 11pm) where I hesitantly entered the office and negotiated getting a hotel room for an inflated price. So instead of robbing me blind, they just rip me off... At that point, I was happy to get ripped off! Ahh, India- Here’s to more moments of getting ripped off :)