08/09/2010

my glass is still half full, with crap maybe . . .

I got off at the furthest south train station in Delhi after a night of not having a bed, I shared with the ticket guy and used the floor, but I prefer to chai my way through the night hanging out the door.

Got a rickshaw after treading footprints through fresh cement on the pavement, with the help of an Indian guy who tried to come onto me( wait 'til I describe my appearance in a bit) so eventually after hassling and the usual I got myself to Majnu Ka Tilla which is 2km north of old Delhi, a Tibetan colony I love it here, Tibetan people are fab, like being in Mccleod.

So I'm staying at the yak house, quick shower and off I set off on my walk on the main road into Delhi.

A guy on a rickshaw kept trying to offer me a lift, so being polite I refuse. This results in him going a head a little and him sitting on a wall waiting for me to catch up, he stands up, I move a side to avoid him and keep walking. He then pursues me directing the rickshaw driver to drive slowly, my manners soon change and I confront the guy, a few times, he then jumps of his rickshaw, grabs my arm where I punch him in the chest yelling abuse, and he stumbles back, gets back on his rickshaw. I start talking to a guy close by in front and try to explain the situation while the perving assaulter curb crawls behind. When I get the guy to understand showing him my injured arm he confronts the guy who denies all knowledge so then goes to ring the police which gets rid of him. Then this guy turns out to be a rickshaw driver on his way to pick up his rickshaw and is trying to sell me a lift to the hospital.

I stumble across a Tibetan market and a beach, which was fun and hung out with the locals then ventured into old Delhi for the daily chemist hit. I took off my gegs showed the chemist and he laughed at the state of me. I literally couldn't see outta my eyes, they were swollen, red, watering and had puss. I have the air born eye infection that is going around at the minute. The guy trying to chat me up this morning used the chat up line of you have beautiful eyes, made me laugh. I got antibiotic eye drops and was incapable of opening up the bottle, I had to return to the chemist to ask him to complete the task for me, as when I had tried the bottle flew outta my hands into the road.

As the day progressed my vision became more and more blurred, I was slowly becoming blind in Delhi. Not great fun if I admit it. So I bought my sewing machine motor throughout this chaos.

New street food I have yet to try, bring on the fatty Vicky!

Delhi isn't as bad as I thought so I haven't had a break down! It's so weird I cry when I look in the mirror but then I'm an angry psycho (the crazy English lady) on the streets punching people with my big fat swollen eyes and when I ask questions I've adopted the high pitched childish girlie voice that people react to very well, as when I don't get my way or they try to white price me I change. xx