After a sleepy 8 hour flight from London, and a quick panic that our luggage was missing (but turned out we were at the carousel for the other Heathrow flight) we ventured into the heat and humidity of Delhi.
Ella had read up about the Airport line which was new, fast and cheap (~68p) so we went down towards the air conditioned metro. So far, so good. We only had to make the 7 minute walk from the New Delhi train station to our hostel. Not so easy. This area is renowned for touts and scammers and we didn’t believe how many there would be, everyone telling us stories that our side of Delhi was shut off by police, it was flooded, the bridge was closed, and so on. After a lot of hassle and usage of our UK data we made it across the bridge into the Main Bazaar and to the comfort of our hostel, which bizarrely came with a three person sized double bed.
The next few days we had a great time exploring the roof top bars, where beer is served in tea cups, and a day tour with an eccentric rickshaw driver. I’m sure we won’t be the last to say driving in Delhi (and a lot of India) is crazy by western standards; “good brakes, good horn, good luck!” as one of our taxi drivers told us.
“Good brakes, Good horn, Good luck!”
Delhi is completely busy, with a population of 20 million, and we’re sure parts are definitely delightful, but for us 2 nights was enough and we booked a flight out to the mountains in Kashmir.
Top tip: if it’s your first time in India get a prebooked taxi from the airport, then get out to explore once you’ve dropped the bags that scream out TOURIST.
Ella & Isaac xxxx