48hrs in Delhi...

You can always tell you are somewhere new by the sounds or smells. Having been in Delhi for only 48hrs, you definitely know you are somewhere new. The sounds are everywhere. You can’t escape. Lying in bed on the first night even with ear plugs in, our room fan sounded like a Chinook about to take off. Then in the morning you are woken by symphony of dogs barking, children singing, accompanied by the traffic and the eternal sound of horns beeping. The traffic is beyond mental. Every time you try to cross the road it seems you could be taking your last steps and religion seems like a good option. An auto rickshaw is a safer option even though you are the equivalent of a beach ball in a large sea of traffic in the middle of a busy shipping lane. Everyone beeps just to say ‘hello I’m here’ rather than ‘watch out’, it’s rather friendly once you get used to it.

Onto food... curry, everyday at least twice a day but luckily not for breakfast. I’m on Day 3 of curry and was starting to think it was getting a little tedious on the palette. But just when you think you can’t have any more you try something new then just eat more and more. Today’s find was spinach cooked with pakora cheese. Yummy. I seem to be embracing vegetarianism quite well having just purchased a veggie Dals, Curries and Pualaos cook book for 45p. By the time I move into my flat I may be curried out by then and the book may just be for show.

So highlights so far; meeting lots of people with a great sense of humour, having a hot shower 55% of the time, only getting one mozzie bite last night despite going to bed dressed as a ninja and cocooning myself in a mozzie net, jogging in Lodi Park at dusk, my first Hindi lesson and the food...