I arrived at 11.45pm, and decided to sleep at the airport. It’s somewhat possible. I managed a few snatches and left on the 5am train. When I arrived at New Delhi station it was madness – people sleeping on the street, dogs everywhere, rubbish everywhere, and still not yet light. After orienting myself I caught a rickshaw to Connaught Place. Or rather, close to Connaught Place – cycle rickshaws aren’t allowed in and a policeman stopped us and told me to “Get off!”
No shops were open – it was only 6am after all. I wandered around looking for some internet, but instead had a zillion rickshaw drivers hound me. Eventually a breakfast place opened.
I decided to pass the time by reading in the park. One man told me it was dangerous to sleep, and one man cleaned my ears. It’s actually worth it – my ears still feel lovely. I had another go with the tourism offices – only the Delhi Tourism one is real – the others will send you to overpriced places. I found some internet then went back near the railway station to find a hostel. After dealing with an unhelpful rickhshaw driver I checked in to the New Guest House for R350/night, single room with fan.
I had an omelette for dinner, then found myself intrigued by a man towing a mobile charcoal oven, baking biscuits. He weighed my 100g using some hand scales.