Continued from Agra Part 3.
I didn’t sleep in as long as I wanted. But regardless, I am going to take it easy today. I took so many photos yesterday that it’ll take me a while to post everything. My friend SW and her friend HB are also flying into Delhi today! It’ll be really cool to have a good friend from Austin and a new friend to hang out with here in Delhi!
Then I blogged like crazy for a few hours until it was time for lunch.
I am looking for gate 3,4. By the way, the signage isn’t the great in the Delhi Metro for telling you which exit leads to which street. I have yet to find a map of the station showing where all the exits lead to. Of what I can remember, Paris Metro is still the best as far as signage goes.
The Hindustan Ambassador. These are official India Gov cars. I don’t get this. India obviously has many capable car manufacturers, such as Tata Motors, so why stick with such an old design for their official cars?
Lots of people asleep on the lawn over here. These are obviously people who work in the area and not just homeless people. There are also no touts over here like the rest of Delhi. But also, not many tourists. For all the grandeur, this area is pretty boring. You just walk and walk and walk, finally reach a building, take a photo of it from far away, and that’s that.
Lonely Planet recommended this place. I’ve never used Lonely Planet, or any sort of guidebook for that matter until this trip. There’s just overwhelming information regarding traveling in India that I had to just go to a single and simplified source.
This one was my favorite, and that’s about it. This museum sucked. I can’t believe it made Lonely Planet’s top sights list. I tried the entire time in the museum to find an artifact of a pipe so that I can post that photo and comment “what crack pipe was Lonely Planet smoking recommending this as a top sight?” For a “National” museum, this was a great disappointment. Lots of galleries were closed. There’s construction material just sprawled out everywhere. It felt like a museum that you see a sign for on the side of the interstate. You take the exit, show up to this half falling over building, go in, and it’s just very lame. That’s exactly what this is, but just 3 times the size of one of those shitty museums. Don’t come here if you come to Delhi, there are much better things to see and do. I left after 15 minutes and went back to Rajpath.
I didn’t feel like seeing anything else today. Still tired and lazy from the long day yesterday. Decided to just head back to my hotel. SW’s friend HB flies in mid afternoon today and she is supposed to wait at my hotel for SW, who will be arriving later tonight. I’ll just go back to the hotel, blog and wait for HB to show up.
Karo Bagh market, next to the subway station by my hotel. It was during this time that I started not feeling well. I had to turn and go head back to hotel, which was about a 5 minutes walk away. I had Little Delhi(like Little Italy) Belly. I wouldn’t even count this as Delhi Belly as it was just an isolated incident. Those placing bets on when and how often I would get sick can now go and dispute amongst themselves whether this one counts or not.
I blogged in the lobby of the hotel, then HB showed up at around 4 or so. We chatted for a bit, and then we started looking for a place for her and SW to stay. We found one in Lonely Planet, and she took a rickshaw and was on her way there. We made plans to call each other’s hotel at 9 tomorrow morning to met up. Neither of our cell phones work so communication is a problem and has to be planned out carefully way before hand.
Our original plan was for SW to get picked up by a hotel called cab to meet me and HB then figure out what to do with their accommodations. But since HB had already found a place, we had to tell the hotel cab driver to drive SW straight to HB’s new found hotel. We had no way of contacting SW other than through the driver, and I am not sure if she would freakout if the driver drove her to a different hotel than what she was expecting. We decided to write her notes and staple them to her name board that the driver will use at the airport.
To be continued at Delhi Day 5, Holi.