Welcome to Delhi!
So Christina and I flew from Vancouver through Guangzhou to Delhi. Our flights were filled with colouring, movies and half sleep. It was interesting to be in Guangzhou as on the wifi Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat did not work. It took us a while to realize China had blocked them. I've never recognized how white and female I was until our flight to Delhi - we were the only white females on the plane. Indian men are very entitled as de,most rated by the sheer number of requests they gave the flight attendants the entire flight and how rude they were when I asked if he could put his seat up so I could get out.
In Delhi we were picked up by G Adventures. Thank god. This city is massive - 10 million people and vast. The highways have cars, trucks, tuk tuks, horse or Ox drawn carriages, bikes, motorcycles, and pretty much everything else. Lanes are not a thing here. They are constantly honking to let you know where they are. It's chaos.
This morning we went to Connaught Place just to see what it is. Plus we had a few hours before our trip. Not worth the time. It's just a bunch of American shops in two circles with a park in the middle. I think we should have done Old Delhi instead. Oh well.
It's 33 degrees, smells like pee and smoke and the food looks revolting. We're getting harassed constantly and I look like a troll. I'm in full capris and a long sleeve tee. The men here constantly are telling you where to go and trying to talk to you. It's funny to watch Christina in Asia for her first trip. She's learned the basic fuck off I don't want to talk to you hand. Two weeks of dudes telling me where to go and asking if I'm lost is going to drive me batty.
Update: we met our group. Not certain what I signed up for. I thought I agreed to a 18-35 trip but we have two families, one with a kid in Grade 7 and the other with teenaged boys. We also have 6 people over 45 easily. There are four lawyers, Australians and Brits with a majority of Canadians. It's a diverse crew.
On our Delhi walk, we saw the Indian Gate, which is spectacular. Whilst there Christina and I were bombarded to take photos with Indians. I guess it has to do with the blonde hair and blue eyes. Still bothers me that I get manhandled by strangers. Just don't touch me. The walk also included the Presidents House which spans 140 acres in the midst of New Delhi. It's host to 380 rooms and several extensive gardens. Only the president lives there not the Prime Minister. Not sure what the distinction in roles between the two is. Our final stop on our walk in 40C heat was this Golden Sikt Temple. Apparently the Sikh treat their God, as contained in a book like a person and put the book to bed and wake it up each morning. Their God is gender less and idol less. There is five things followers must do - not cut their hair or beards, wear a dagger, treat all equally, wear a metallic bangle and all temples have a comm unity kitchen.
For dinner we went out as a group and I had butter chicken and naan. Will let yall know if I venture out of that comfort zone - unlikely but you never know.
AFN
So Christina and I flew from Vancouver through Guangzhou to Delhi. Our flights were filled with colouring, movies and half sleep. It was interesting to be in Guangzhou as on the wifi Facebook, Instagram and Snapchat did not work. It took us a while to realize China had blocked them. I've never recognized how white and female I was until our flight to Delhi - we were the only white females on the plane. Indian men are very entitled as de,most rated by the sheer number of requests they gave the flight attendants the entire flight and how rude they were when I asked if he could put his seat up so I could get out.
In Delhi we were picked up by G Adventures. Thank god. This city is massive - 10 million people and vast. The highways have cars, trucks, tuk tuks, horse or Ox drawn carriages, bikes, motorcycles, and pretty much everything else. Lanes are not a thing here. They are constantly honking to let you know where they are. It's chaos.
This morning we went to Connaught Place just to see what it is. Plus we had a few hours before our trip. Not worth the time. It's just a bunch of American shops in two circles with a park in the middle. I think we should have done Old Delhi instead. Oh well.
It's 33 degrees, smells like pee and smoke and the food looks revolting. We're getting harassed constantly and I look like a troll. I'm in full capris and a long sleeve tee. The men here constantly are telling you where to go and trying to talk to you. It's funny to watch Christina in Asia for her first trip. She's learned the basic fuck off I don't want to talk to you hand. Two weeks of dudes telling me where to go and asking if I'm lost is going to drive me batty.
Update: we met our group. Not certain what I signed up for. I thought I agreed to a 18-35 trip but we have two families, one with a kid in Grade 7 and the other with teenaged boys. We also have 6 people over 45 easily. There are four lawyers, Australians and Brits with a majority of Canadians. It's a diverse crew.
On our Delhi walk, we saw the Indian Gate, which is spectacular. Whilst there Christina and I were bombarded to take photos with Indians. I guess it has to do with the blonde hair and blue eyes. Still bothers me that I get manhandled by strangers. Just don't touch me. The walk also included the Presidents House which spans 140 acres in the midst of New Delhi. It's host to 380 rooms and several extensive gardens. Only the president lives there not the Prime Minister. Not sure what the distinction in roles between the two is. Our final stop on our walk in 40C heat was this Golden Sikt Temple. Apparently the Sikh treat their God, as contained in a book like a person and put the book to bed and wake it up each morning. Their God is gender less and idol less. There is five things followers must do - not cut their hair or beards, wear a dagger, treat all equally, wear a metallic bangle and all temples have a comm unity kitchen.
For dinner we went out as a group and I had butter chicken and naan. Will let yall know if I venture out of that comfort zone - unlikely but you never know.
AFN
