Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The streets in Delhi can be intimidatingly filled with touts and merchants and rickshaw drivers and begging children. I am perfecting my stony-face to ward them off. Evidently the "who-whooo" whistle at a woman is universal. Where did they learn it? American movies?

Yesterday, I met some travelers in my hostel (two Chileans and a Brit) and we spent the day sharing rickshaws and seeing the sights in Delhi. Evidently four people to an auto-rickshaw is no big deal here. And for 80 rupees on average (75 cents), it is quite a deal. It was a great, exhausting, exhilarating day. We went to the massive Red Fort built by Shah Jahan in the 1600s. The Fort was perhaps less amazing than I had hoped, especially for 250 rupees. It seems that in Delhi the real 'sights' are just the streets of the city itself. Across the street from the fort is the Jama Masjid, a mosque also built by the Shah. The view from the top steps of the mosque overlooks the tarp-roofs of a nearby bazaar. It was a great perspective over the city. My new friends and I became the main attraction atop this mosque. We quickly had a circle of locals surrounding us, happily taking pictures and watching us talk to each other. That was the third time that day I had noticed Indians taking pictures of me. I guess it's all fair; I'm here in their country staring at them and taking pictures. They should be allowed to do the same to me.
We tried to find a restaurant (listed in the guide) near the mosque, but we ended up wandering down an endless alley that became more congested and narrow as we went along. It was wall-to-wall people, bicycles, motorcycles, sheep, goats, shops, etc. At certain times we would come to a deadlocked bottleneck where there were too many vehicles trying to pass each other in the narrow alley. Eventually, the jam would be released, and we would continue on our way. After about an hour 'lost' in this alley, we were deposited again onto the main street. This sort of claustrophobic experience is great for a day, but I wouldn't want it to be my life, everyday.

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