I am sitting in a sari shop on one of those computers you used to use at primary school that looks a bit like a box and I haggled for 20 mins for cheaper and don't have long. this will be majorly quick.
We arrived on Sat into Delhi and went wandering. Wandering consisted of us getting very lost. We bartered for a tuktuk and it all seemed so easy. Jumped in. Here is a snippet of the conversation:
What's your name?
Philly
Philly pretty. Welcome to India. Have a nice day. Good for you. How long in India?
2 weeks
2 weeks? Have a nice day. Good for you.
Where you go after?
To Agra.
Have a nice Agra. Good for you.
So Faye and I sat in the back chuckling away until we stopped at the main road. He then tried to convince us that the Red Fort and Jama Masjid (the huge mosque temple) were closed. Needless to say, we were being taken for a literal ride. We got out.
We finally got to the mosque where we took our shoes off and were presented with a gown. Now the women in India wear beautiful saris and salwar kameezes in also sorts of wonderful colours. The only way I can describe the colour of our gowns was 'snot' coloured.We looked like goons. The mosque was amazing. We got a bit hot and bothered and sat down in the shade. As soon as we did, an angry looking man ushered us out as the call to prayer began.
(On an aside, we wanted to visit the tower but we were forbidden as we are unaccompanied women. The sign implied they were afraid we might spit, deface the monument, deal drugs or play music. I wager they merely took offence to our snot coloured dresses)
So we jumped into another tuktuk to take us to Humayun's tomb. At this point, I should make it clear that there are no rules when it comes to traffic in Delhi. Drive where you will, how you will and on what you will. So we zigzagged down a main road. Suddenly Faye squealed. My immediate thought was that she had seen a rat, a dead body or something like that.
But no.
There in front of our yellow and green tattered death-trap was...
An elephant.
An elephant casually moseying down the middle of a dual carriageway.
Needless to say, I also started to squeal. And so our oh so thoughtful tuktuk driver stopped the vehicle. A few metres in front of the elephants path. I was mesmerised. I think perhaps Faye, being more sensible in that moment than me, was a tad concerned that in a few seconds we might be crushed.
IT WAS INCREDIBLE.
And so ended our second day in India. Three days have passed since then and there is many a tale to tell. But that shall have to wait. Until the next time I pay 30p for internet usage.
Tomorrow, to the jungle. To the jungles where live the tigers...
p.s. I wrote this majorly quickly and so it is a stream of consciousness. Therefore, it might make no sense. no time to read through it. I'm sure you get the gist.
We arrived on Sat into Delhi and went wandering. Wandering consisted of us getting very lost. We bartered for a tuktuk and it all seemed so easy. Jumped in. Here is a snippet of the conversation:
What's your name?
Philly
Philly pretty. Welcome to India. Have a nice day. Good for you. How long in India?
2 weeks
2 weeks? Have a nice day. Good for you.
Where you go after?
To Agra.
Have a nice Agra. Good for you.
So Faye and I sat in the back chuckling away until we stopped at the main road. He then tried to convince us that the Red Fort and Jama Masjid (the huge mosque temple) were closed. Needless to say, we were being taken for a literal ride. We got out.
We finally got to the mosque where we took our shoes off and were presented with a gown. Now the women in India wear beautiful saris and salwar kameezes in also sorts of wonderful colours. The only way I can describe the colour of our gowns was 'snot' coloured.We looked like goons. The mosque was amazing. We got a bit hot and bothered and sat down in the shade. As soon as we did, an angry looking man ushered us out as the call to prayer began.
(On an aside, we wanted to visit the tower but we were forbidden as we are unaccompanied women. The sign implied they were afraid we might spit, deface the monument, deal drugs or play music. I wager they merely took offence to our snot coloured dresses)
So we jumped into another tuktuk to take us to Humayun's tomb. At this point, I should make it clear that there are no rules when it comes to traffic in Delhi. Drive where you will, how you will and on what you will. So we zigzagged down a main road. Suddenly Faye squealed. My immediate thought was that she had seen a rat, a dead body or something like that.
But no.
There in front of our yellow and green tattered death-trap was...
An elephant.
An elephant casually moseying down the middle of a dual carriageway.
Needless to say, I also started to squeal. And so our oh so thoughtful tuktuk driver stopped the vehicle. A few metres in front of the elephants path. I was mesmerised. I think perhaps Faye, being more sensible in that moment than me, was a tad concerned that in a few seconds we might be crushed.
IT WAS INCREDIBLE.
And so ended our second day in India. Three days have passed since then and there is many a tale to tell. But that shall have to wait. Until the next time I pay 30p for internet usage.
Tomorrow, to the jungle. To the jungles where live the tigers...
p.s. I wrote this majorly quickly and so it is a stream of consciousness. Therefore, it might make no sense. no time to read through it. I'm sure you get the gist.
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