I arrived into one of my most hated Indian cities: Delhi. I much prefer Bombay. But I got to my hotel and the heat...oh my god. Sweltering. As I walked to the front of my hotel, you can only guess what was blocking the entrance. No, it wasn't the Indian Engineer of my dreams who slicks his hair back and speaks with an Indian accent. A cow. Just hanging out, right in front my hotel. I maneuvered my way around and finally got inside, settled down and passed out.
I stayed around the Phar ganj area, the tourist area, and made some general travel arrangements. I'll be heading up to Manali to do rock climbing and get out of the heat. Oh India, I think I'm going to love the north.
My morning cup of chai and travel book. I've missed this.
As I walk along the streets in Delhi there are few common phrases I hear:
'Excuse me miss, you like to buy something?'
'Where are you from?...But you are looking like an Indian'
'You have a very lucky face.' -What?! What does that even mean?!
'You want rickshaw? Come! Come! I give you rickshaw!'
And of course: 'Chai wallah! Chai wallah! Chai wallah!'
What a horribly inefficient country. But I went to a small temple, gave my thanks to Krishna and Radha for being lucky so far and prayed for the same luck in Nepal. Off to Manali now...I wish I had more time in India :(.
Haha. I always thought you had a very lucky face... I need to go to India sometime.
ReplyDeleteLittle do they know that face is the money maker!! get someone hooked by the wink of an eye.. So this engineer of your dreams.. where can you find this mysterious, well rounded, and well mannered man.. and does he have a brother for me?
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Hi Priya, I am still following your blog....Atlanta is hotter than Mumbai at this time. Love, Chandana Aunty
ReplyDeleteHey Priya! I dunno your email address and I wanted to wish you a happy birthday! Enjoy it, wherever you are!!! xox Efe Stella
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