Went mad and got the metro from Lajput Nadar to Chani Chawk for the famous Red Fort. We got cocky with our tickets first time round and ended up at the exit so had to re-buy the ticket from the same woman to go through again. She thought it was hysterical. Very impressed by whole metro system, gave London underground a few things to think about..the woman only carriage for one was glorious with it's invisible wall (felt like a school disco boys one side girls the other) and giant pink platform that should be in a tampon advert. Arrived in Chani Chawk or chaos chawk. Street sellers, beggars, hasslers, photographs, horns, noise and constant gawps at the 2 white chicks. Walked around the fort with our friend the looser Planet ad read about how it was built by Sha Jahan who was then kindly murdered by his son, it was then taken over by the British army. Weren't overly impressed with architecture, just remnants of something that used to be beautiful and were just too hassled by the paps (Indian girls mainly) to concentrate. Did fall in love with one particular little babes who thought my finger was the bomb.
Headed back to our flat and got cooked a giant italian meal and informed of the does and don'ts of Rajisthan from our hosts. Not sure about the avoid street food section...Delhi Belly for the South beaches YES PLEASE THIN-DIA. (jokes)
Hit the bazaars of Chandi Chawk which were beyond surreal- tiny alleyways rammed with birght cloth merchants cross legged and beggin us in. Eyes were on send it was like Diagon Alley full of magic and treasure, spice market was big highlight.
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