Old Delhi
Today was official ODD--Old Delhi Day!
One fact that became immediately evident as we left Wongdhen House this morning: dressing in traditional Indian clothing makes walking around the streets infinitely less uncomfortable. There is no escape from looking like a westerner, but simply neglecting to dress like one--the North Face shirts and fanny packs and cameras--helps a great deal.
We navigated the mad streets of Old Delhi (a real-life game of frogger, as Kai put it), saw the Red Fort, visited Gandhi's burial site, learned how very clearly to say "No, thank you, I don't want any," & much inbetween and along the way.
Notes:
Raj Kachori doesn't quite deserve it's title as "King of Desserts," but it does make an interesting analogy for the country of India.
If shoes do not stay on feet, they will be stolen.
Great inscription in "Hall of Private Audiences" in Red Fort: Agar Firdous bar ru-e-zaman ast, Hamin ast a hamin ast a hamin ast. If there is paradise on earth, it is here, it is here, it is here.
~Andrew