Both here fine and well. Sitting in a warm 'internet cafe' in our 'hotel' !
Don't know where to start ... we were picked up from Airport (after James thinking he'd got 1000 pounds out from ATM and having an absolute meltdown!) both ourselves and our bags lasted the flight - all good!
First car journey, absolutely terrifying, signalling is apparently optional, beeping your horn is obligatory. The front of the car was a shrine to almost every God I'm aware of - I'm sure it makes the journey safer, right?!
Got dropped off about half a mile from our hostel, our driver introduced us to his brother (allegedly called David Beckham) who walked us through the most packed, loud, cow - filled street to the hostel. All a bit overwhelming.
I know everyone says that there is a 'culture shock' blah blah blah, BUT REALLY. Imagine a road - any given road - with cars, tuktuks, bikes,rickshaws, cows, three-legged dogs, pedestrians, children, beggars, and noisem heat pollution ... and:
"Hey man, what's your country?" "Where are you from?" "Manchester lovely" "Hello lucky man" CONSTANTLY.
hostel fine - got own bathroom and ceiling fan. get breakfast and they have travel advice and internet here. Met a nice guy doing similar thing to us too.
Last night - having accidentally given in to jet lag, we headed out for a meal. however made it to the end of the road ('main bazaar') and decided on crisps and water alone - in the peace of our room.
Now it's Friday, going to try to make it past the end of our road. see some of Delhi, and book some trains ...
we'll be in touch again in a couple of days
love you all xxxx