Delhi

I'm in a cyber cafe in Delhi right now, exhausted, jet lagged, and totally ready for bed at 6 pm. Oh, dear.

My flight over was rough. The turbulence, combined with my makkoli hangover, resulted in my barfing during a particularly bad patch. A flight attendant was sitting next to me and I was mortified. However, I had my entire middle row to myself and I got to spread out and go to sleep for a large chunk of the flight. Customs was a breeze, found my airport pick up right away and had an uneventful trip to the guest house.

I wandered over to the local gov't tourist board and planned my trip out and I'm excited because I get to go to Dharmasala, which is where the Dalai Llama lives! I wasn't sure I was going to have enough time but I had plenty so assah! Then, because I spent so much money, they gave me a complimentary (read: just had to tip the driver) private tour of Delhi.

I saw sooo much in about 3 hours. I went to the Gate of India, the Jahan mosque, the Red Fort, the Bahaii Temple, the Ghandi House, the Parliament building and the Presidential Residence, and back again. The mosque was the highlight, I was given a tour by a mute dude who would point and pantomime the information he wanted to get across. I climbed up one of the minarets and had an absolutely breathtaking view of the city.

Delhi is very, very different from Mumbai. Mumbai is a city's city and full of this energy that I can't articulate but I felt it the minute I got there. Delhi is much more like a giant village that just kept spreading and spreading. It's a LOT dirtier than Mumbai and much more conservative. I had to buy a couple long skirts today because my shorts, which go down to my knee, and my t-shirt are way too flash. My tour guide informed me that I am showing too much skin. I'm a whore lady!

Any how, I am now kinda bored and wishing I could go to bed and wake up in Kathmandu because, honestly, Delhi is not my kind of city. But I'm going to find a nice little place where I can read and sip chai and chill out.