the front gate of pink city

a monkey on the car

today heading to new delhi

had my lunch before the station, fried chicken again

forget how much money, pretty spicy. i ate the lesser spicy onion to lessen the spicyness of the chicken.

used bare hands to prepare the food, including the salad. what about his left hand?

mulberry tree before the station. always touched by small things when traveling in india

policeman, with a bludgeon and a radio size walkie-talkie. he looked complacent.

two more questions by a girl who asked me day before yesterday.

my answer to this question was "no"

she appeared being " shocked" more than "offended"

i told her i could not find a place to stay at night. she translated my words to other passengers, who discussed a lot, but she did not tell me what they said

thar desert, close to new delhi which always suffers from the smog .

the sands literally swept my face when the train went through . a drizzle mitigated it a little bit.

industrial zone afar. north india is more developed.

a GENIUS boy of 14 was playing a magic cube. he fixed it within
12 seconds ! what the F !!! i was thoroughly amazed !

i challenged him by asking him to change it to be each face with an opposite color dot. he did it within 2 minutes. speechless. just imagine his FINGERS !

no wonder indians are good at IT industry.

a rude indian couple pushed a big portmanteau under my feet and yelled that if i move it they would throw me out of the train.

i had to keep my legs in a very uncomfortable position for several hours.

the food left by this couple.

arrived in new delhi. transfered to the metro.

i arrived in old delhi station. but tommorrow's train was in new delhi. i needed to transfer.

only single line , charged me 50 naira for 2 stops

the announcement board

entrance, fewer people than the railway station checking gate. so, i did not worry my bag would be snapped away on the conveyor belt

if scrutinized, this metro was still seedy somehow. i mean, by other developed countries' standard.

but it was quite a new one.

metro ticket office

the chaotic street , full of life, in front of the old delhi station. said to host lots of cheap guesthouses.

looked like a poorer version of hong kong downtown

this street looked quite decadent and evil.

almost 12pm. seen a police car parked aside.

finally found some meat other than chicken, it was lamb.

i just wonder, aren't indian tired of eating chicken for each meal?

new delhi has bit more varieties for food

my substantial dinner. beer was bought from a bar.

my room, the AC was very cold, i dragged the quilt over my sleeping bag . i needed to ignore the dry mosquito blood on the walls.

the shower was not working, i had to squat down to bath from the spigot. the hotel guy said he would amend it tommorrow. his tone made it like a benifit for me. but i was leaving then, what is my business whether he would fix or not ?

end of day 14

day 15

from new delhi to pakistan border amritsar.

the decadent street in daytime. it was a clothes street actually. many many guesthouses, foodstalls, vendors, trinkets....

sugar, not rocks.

300 naira for 1 melon. too heavy to take on train. never bought it.

west style desserts, sandwiches, cakes.... one for one bite, smallish.

these were what i bought. vegetable sandwiches, i did not even taste it. temperature was 45 degree that day. it went sour soon. cost me 150 naira each.