New Delhi Railway station, 11:30pm. I have rendezvoused with a friend from Singapore, and we set of in search of our hostel in Main Bazaar. Following the friendly advice of a security guard in the train station we head out in the wrong direction only to double back to the station after 20 mins of figuring out where the hell we are.
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| We're definitely at some kind of train station. That's a start I guess? |
We spend around another hour and a half trying to find the hostel in Main Bazaar in the middle of the night fending off packs of hungry barking dogs and avoiding the occasional shady looking dude lingering in the shadows. We finally find the hostel in the midst of a small maze of alleyways and check in for the night.
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| And here is the alleyway in the lovely bright midday sun... |
The room has filthy pillows, bedding, bathroom, no toilet paper but fuck it - it's 1am and we are exhausted. I use a t-shirt as a makeshift pillow case and use my towel as my blanket (which I really needed as the temperature dropped down low during the night). There was no way I was hopping under the zebra patterned brown stained bedding....
ProTip: T-Shirts make great impromptu pillow cases.
The next day we wander down the road to Connaught place, and are befriended by a fellow from Jaipur in the park. The park seems like a relatively peaceful place where even the dogs are chilling out and sunbathing.
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| FYI - That's not a dog. Also, you might be racist. |
The indian chap takes us to his favorite local breakfast spot where we have samosas and chai for breakfast.
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| It was one of those fancy expensive restaurants where you can see the chef cooking up... |
I should probably add for the faint of heart (or is it the big-hearted ones?) that the "stroll" involves walking past many many people living on the street - black with soot and dirt, some deformed or lacking limbs. Though I have great news if you are a guy because it seems that if you find a wall you can pee on it. If you're a girl - well girls don't do dirty things like peeing or farting - (everybody knows that - duh).
In the afternoon we catch an Auto (analogous to a Thai tuk-tuk) from Connaught place to the Tomb of Humayun,
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| (almost made it - if it wasn't for that pesky front wheel falling off...) |
a place that was good enough to take Michelle and Barack Obama to when they visited the city. Designed by a persian architect in 1562 AD, it's a beautiful monument to the Mughal Emperor of the time - and it's surrounding gardens are another peaceful escape from the revving, honking and general cacophony of the city.
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| Or if you want to get a good smacking from the guards. |
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| Restoration work |
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| Prayer time |
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| Auto Ride |
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| Main Bazaar |
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| Main Bazaar |
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| Park at Connaught Place |
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| Auto in Traffic |
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| Tomb of Humayun gardens |
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| Tomb of Humayun |
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| Tomb of Humayun grounds |
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| A cow. |
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| Back Alleys |
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