Back to New Delhi

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It only took 5 hours, in an un-air-conditioned steerage-class carriage, and we were back. In one piece, and none the worse for our travels, we were back in Delhi. And most certainly back in India. Having told some fellow travelers back in Rishikesh that Delhi was my 'least favourite place on Earth', I'm feeling a little like I might have to retract the statement. Jason remarked at the very beginning of our trip that Delhi would be our 'new Rome'; our new home-away-from-home, and I, horrified, argued that Delhi would NEVER be our new Rome. But it seems I might have been wrong. It certainly was with a sense of resignment that we arrived back at the New Delhi train station, but it was with certainty and courage that we walked through the usual crowd of hustlers, and even found our hotel. Without a map. Dinner was at an old favourite rooftop restaurant, and Jason went to get train tickets for tomorrow by himself, which he managed without being hustled into a cab, or stopped by "helpful" onlookers. Having seen the sights we wanted to already, our night in Delhi is simply a layover, but it is strange to know our corner of it so well that we needn't ask for directions or advice. Rome it isn't, and our home away from home I refuse to let it be, but it is familiar, and that, at least, is a welcome change

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Comments

[Dee-Tard]

Where is Jason going by himself, and where will you be at that time? Where does your plane leave from?