8 degrees, that’s what the troops and I woke up to in our little fortress of a bed and breakfast. Television, a restaurant downstairs and safes that refuse to lock properly, we’re certainly ready for a full day of adventure and intrigue in the old city of Delhi.
Yesterday’s flight was one of the roughest of the trip (it was nothing for Matt & Phill though), landing with a bump and a full reverse of planes engines. Our taxi driver was ready for us as we left the terminal, a stocky man by the name of Rakesh, who drove us through the bustling streets around Delhi, giving us a few pointers and local information.
However we were probably more focused on the organised chaos that was the driving standards of the locals; they practically kept driving whether there was space in front or not. To their credit they must have brilliant spacial awareness since I didn’t see a single crash on our way in, even as the streets narrowed to little alleys (very much like Italy).
If anyone is considering driving over here, Rakesh did give us three pointers for survival:
1. Have good brakes
2. Have a good horn
3. Pray that you have good luck
I think it’s safe to say we were grateful that he knew what he was doing!
Anyway, we’re off to the ancient Red Fort in central Delhi for a bit of history 😀
