Acclimatizing to India

India is India alright. A unique crazy existence of life and colour. It all hits you from the first moment you arrive at the airport. The heat, thick air full with the smell of spices, noises, bustling of people, honking of car horns. Take the busiest street you know and times it by five and you have Delhi. Pure, but wonderful, chaos. The weather is hot and humid and we go around constantly sweating like we just got out of a Bikram yoga session.

We are in vegetarian heaven. Eating a delious variety of lentil dahls, currys and rice everyday. Luckily we have only yet had one incident of too spicey food;
a bharta (egg plant/aubergine) curry that made us sweat, snivel and the waiter smirk at our bland western taste buds.

Tara had her ears cleaned out by a friendly local man at Connaught Place who told us that it has been his profession for 25 years!

Forget deseases and the like, dodging the traffic here has been the most life-threatening as crosswalks are unherd of, traffic laws ignored and using the horn a general method of getting through the traffic. Our tactic has has been to discretely tag along behind the locals who are experts at weaving through the traffic.

                                                Rickshaws at New Delhi Train Station

                                                                    First night in Delhi

                                                                      Pahar Ganj