Ok, to be honest, I'm not that big a fan of Delhi. Granted, I didn't spend much time there, but it wasn't exactly awesome. To explain - I flew into Delhi from New York by myself, and I arrived pretty late. I stayed the night at the home of a friend of Prosun's, and then I returned to the airport the next morning to meet up with Jake, Prosun, and the rest of the group, who were flying in from Thailand. Well, their flight was delayed (for how long, I didn't know), and I ended up sitting around in the airport for about 5 hours. Not a problem in and of itself, but a single blonde girl sitting in the domestic terminal of the Delhi airport all by herself is a little unusual. Men, who apparently had their curiosity piqued, would sit themselves down right next to me, and turn and stare at me (their faces only a few inches from mine). Not fun for me. I was already jet lagged, cranky, and hungry, I had no idea when the others were going to arrive, and now I was very, very uncomfortable.
Well, nothing happened to me, they just stared. The rest of my group did eventually arrive, but late enough that we missed our flight to Darjeeling. We opted to head straight for Calcutta instead, and in order to catch our flight, we had to walk to another terminal, suitcases in tow, through an alley (a very dirty one, at that). Ah... Delhi!
Jake and I came back through Delhi when we flew to Sri Lanka. We hoped to do a little sightseeing, but we didn't really have a whole lot of time, so we saw the outside of the Red Fort, and we drove past the Gate of India. Since Prosun had left us by that point, we way overpaid for a seedy hotel that night - such is the life of two obvious foreigners alone in India - and well, we could not wait to get to Sri Lanka!
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