baptism delhien
" Delhi is the capital of India and the third largest city the country.
few travelers appreciate because of the pollution is high and harassment of touts often confuse newcomers .
(on the website of the tourism office in Delhi (I'll get ...)
When we ship to Bahrain for the second and final part of the journey, emotion ... and something that floats in the air from the air, a smell, a smell real ... already felt in the office of withdrawal of visas.
very good flight, accompanied, to my left, a young couple with whom I am a first knowledge of delhi.
Brunch local atmosphere, respect for vegetarian diets. I feast on fruit, yogurt, slightly spicy dishes ...
Landing: Tyre contact with the aircraft Indian soil moves me. "Touché ..."
Blue Sky, sunshine, "fog" with visibility reduced to 1,300 meters, moist warmth (about 15 °) in the terminal.
I go to the taxi stop "pre-paied. At the exit, a young man who had not lost my ticket for the taxi "black and yellow" (the pre-paied so) trying to take me elsewhere, I resist nicely. It comes to wonder if it's my first visit, then a little tired insists wonder one last time if I wants a "tourist package". I refused politely obstinate, he fans himself.
I'm under the scope of arrival. I remain almost motionless for several minutes to a few steps from the entrance, struck by the atmosphere, the ballet of taxis, which serves teas, colors, smells, noises. Finally, after a few pictures, I head to my taxi. I am supported by a very nice driver (photo) in his coach from another age - but what a charm. Horn and forth. Simple reflex seems it. It's the strongest who wins. Long journey to enter the tree-lined metropolis slightly bleached dust.
We arrive at the destination, a neighborhood named deserved unlikely "Main basar" (Pahar Ganj neighborhood of a thousand shops, corner blessed BUYER). Rutted lanes, shops and boutiques in the hundreds. Chaotic fanfare of horns (like: doll from the 50s who is crying), cars, small trucks, cries of pedaling rickshaws ... (I almost got run over several times on a single afternoon by vehicles of all kinds). Guesthouses, hotels, small bars ... Cows, of course (white, black, ...), the garbage everywhere, the dogs who are looking for something (I have not seen any trash); dust, difficulty walking (holes sidewalks and the "road", traffic), the sellers always on the lookout for pigeon and contrasting multiple odors, incense everywhere, dishes on the sidewalks.
I found without too much concern my hotel, "Marry good hostel." Simple, indeed. In closing: lock and large padlock white steel. Flat screen streaming series boolywodiennes; one coverage (no sheets which we do not know if the bottom sheet has been changed and when). Cold damp mattress. Green color a bit faded walls and large mill on the ceiling recalls may steamy here.
bathroom in Japanese (no proper shower, only a semblance of knob). No towels or toilet paper (it got a problem late in the day, I had to go through Street buy tissues).
But no worries for me, especially not at that price (and huge fan reminds me of Africa).
In early afternoon, I decided to first find an internet cafe that Flor had spoken. I finally opens onto a large artery. First pictures of streets. I have no plan or guide, I noticed two European and asked where I'm on their plan. I decided to make the journey on foot (in the meantime, I had given up on finding the internet cafe) to an important place Delhi, Connaught place, a huge circular area. A driver of "tuk-tuk (motorcycle taxi with 3 wheels, covered, yellow and green) approaches me, very charming, and I let myself pick up my destination. I asked me to pilot an information desk tourists, of course, it also offers me a large well-stocked shop multiple memories and hashish. At the info point in question, a very kind officer tells me that there is no train to Chandigarh (town 30 km north of Delhi and visit because I want to built from scratch by Le Corbusier) in Because of ... "Fog", but he can find me a taxi driver etc.. No, of course ... At the exit, I go to the store in question.
I decided to walk back to the hotel but with the same level as me gave the agent, I feel a little lost, a police officer informs me, then a very beautiful and kind young man asks me, after discussion, to take me in a authenticated governmental agency. Go then. But same story ...
A little disappointed, I resume my walk. I was offered alcohol regularly and herbs of all kinds. I am the "my friend" for everyone here. Just take all these attempts with a smile and everything always ends well.
I finally decided to take a rickshaw. Good idea: in the neighborhood of the hotel, I located the internet cafe that I tried earlier this afternoon!
At night, the street is even more animated, multiple clusters around local dishes, wood fires, and the beggars as ghostly shadows, lights roaring motorcycles. I go to a restaurant cell Next to my hotel (there was seated as tourists) but the dish was also delicious spice.
Then I'm going to walk in the streets and makes me feel strange internet cafe, called the "German Bakery" it is possible to eat, drink, smoking (of any apparently it), phone and, especially, have a cable to its own computer (no internet access but without having first given to photocopy his ID and it is a government rule).
Just before I meet at the corner of an alley, a being quite strange. I gradually discovered that it is a Sadou (Hindu ascetics). Communication is rather difficult. It looks like the bassist from Bob Marley (who would have smoked the same thing). I begin the discussion difficult, he does not speak English. It is my intention to sit on his carpet, just as we converse, I agree that pictures taken and I shoot, because his face is actually fascinating. I finally decided to leave, he asks me some money but obviously very angry do not get the required amount, gives me a lot (I prefer not to know what he said or understand the gesture made).
(You will see two beautiful sadous site routard.com)
I returned to the hotel with an overwhelming need to sleep. I get a second cover, I put on a sweater - it's too wet and cold - and I fall asleep straightaway.
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