The Streets of New Delhi

There are a lot and they are intense. Jess and I braved them to head off to the New Delhi Main Bazaar, which we heard had some of the most amazing shopping.

“It’s a simple walk. Take you 5 minuets” said our hotel reception man.

Pfft.

He pointed to a street (not a nice looking street) and said we would just need to keep walking down it till we saw the main road. Then we would cross the main road and continue walking straight till we saw the Bazaar.

Sounds simple enough.

Pfft.

We started walking (strategic sliding) down the street which was full of various street sellers and dogs with no eyes. All was going well (as well as trekking through an Indian shanty town can go for 2 girls) until we came to the main road.

It was a big road.

There were 6 lanes worth of cars, trucks, buses, motorbikes, normal bikes, rickshaws, tuk tuks and people. People that screamed.

Jess and I stood on the side of the road for at least 5 minuets talking about our options (meanwhile everyone we were standing next to had already crossed) before we finally decided that we would just have to step out into the traffic.

So we did just that. And it worked. Kinda.

I had to dodge a bus and almost got run over by a rickshaw. To the rickshaw’s defense, the driver did beep at me. But we made it. We crossed the road and were on our way to the main bazzar, which we finally reached 23 minuets after leaving our hotel (I know this because I timed ever second of the trek. Clearly, we were lied to #justsayin).

The bazaar was AMAZING. There were knick knack stores everywhere. I made sure that I bought many many knick knacks, plus a sari and some sort of orange thing that Indian ladies wear. I look pretty fucking rad in it! I also pimped my hand out with some henna, which also looks pretty fucking rad.

After shopping for most of the arvo and then seeing an Indian police office with a giant machine gun, we decided that it was time to head back to Chalet Amax and call it a night.

As much as I would love to show you all pics of my treasures, the internet connect at the hotel is shit, so please make do with this mega pixilated picture of me in my new sari (which I’m pretty sure I’m wearing wrong).

Next stop Agra to see the Taj!!!!