So, we get off the plane in Delhi and book a taxi to our hostel. The taxi is a 1970's beauty. Tilly wants one. But the roads are terrifying. Cars just drive where they want to, wrong side of the road is the norm! They honk their horns constantly and they only use indicators when clicked on accidentally, then just leave them on for fun. I will never complain about british driving again.
I cant concentrate as there is so much to look at, hundreds of half finished buildings, herds of under fed cow like animals on bits of grass in-between the roads, women in full saris and gloves working on building sites. The taxi drops us off a good 10 minute walk from the hostel ...... How kind of him!