It is our second full day with Jazz, and she is becoming something of a jinx. Every journey we take with her becomes a much greater mission than it should otherwise be.
You have already been regaled with the story of the rickshaw losing it's wheel. Now it seems she causes crashes. We were merrily making our way to the Red Fort, which is found in Old Delhi. We had been on the road no more than two minutes, when we had a shunt from behind by another car. Fortunately, the traffic goes so slowly around here that it was by no strecth of the imagination, serious, but as the story gets retold over the yearts, it will become a fable of how we nearly died in a head on collision with a bus, or something along those lines!
So we looked around the fort, which was nice, and took some photos of something else old and Indian, and begin our journey home. Another rickshaw, another disaster. We had been driving about fifteen minutes, and we get stuck in the worst traffic jam ever! The term gridlock is an understatement. Because the traffic system is so ludicrous, they have all met in the middle, and reached a complete standstill - we can't move. As I'm sure you are aware, the rickshaws are open, so we breathe in no end of fumes for a prolonged time, I estimate shortening my life by about three years - good years too. Not the boring ones at the start, but the ones where you can behave like a dirty old man, fart in your chair, and everybody finds it sweet as opposed to repulsive! As we slowly begin to creep through the traffic, the engine stops, and the rickshaw will no longer start, so we must work the rest of the way.
It would be unfair to blame Jasmine -
But it is all her fault!
Despite all this, we returned and had a beer to recuperate.
What could be more British???