First day in Delhi. We arrived early on Tuesday morning to the joys of the baggage carousel. It appears that most people flying into New Delhi airport have replaced their ‘check-in’ luggage for flat screen televisions. By the time Laura’s and my bags had arrived for collection (Over 1 an hour after we landed) we had seen over 25 plasma screens picked off the conveyor belt.
By the time we got in bed it was 5.30am. The little sign with ‘Weitz’ on was nowhere to be seen so we had to get a taxi. It was an interesting drive, and was different to getting a cab in London in several key ways:
- Lanes are a formality only
- Wing mirrors and indicators are extra weight, and unnecessary. A loud horn is much more useful, especially when overtaking.
- Dogs chase the vehicle and bark ferociously
- You are sometimes obliged to navigate around fires in the street
- Cows
- Only the driver needs a seatbelt
- At several points the driver may park up and wander off to ask people for directions.
Our room is quiet and comfortable and we slept until 4pm.
After a slow start we entered the local market surrounding our hotel which Laura described as being much like Ridley Rd Market in Dalston but a bit more Indian. The locals all seem very friendly and seem to think that we are Hollywood movie stars. I might start telling people that I am Jason Bourne (Laura is still deciding between Meg Ryan & Melanie Griffiths – in the film Working Girl) we will report back on how that goes later in the week)
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