Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Old Delhi

I arrived in Old Delhi this morning just after eight, it doesn't actually get busy - that's busy Delhi style - until the market gets going 11 - 3 and the shops open.

I arrived too people shaving, brushing their teeth and finding something to eat for the day. Sacks of flowers for the temples everywhere.

I did not see a single westerner, and was told it was unusual for one to actually walk through the market, usually they pass through quickly by rickshaw.

I can imagine the way of life here hasn't changed much for thousands of years.

It's a wholesale market so everywhere there were bales and sacks piled high and tiny men of just skin and bone pulling and pushing enormous carts.

Once splendid buildings in complete decay.

The tiny passages were accessible only because the traders had not yet opened, this passage would be heaving when the shutters were raised. It's really only the breadth of one person. Don't think I could have coped with it full on.

Fabulously ornate doors and arches.

Just a crack of sky.

This way to 'Delight Hair Salon', I went down and had a look, not the word I would use to describe it.

The Red Fort

I could not possibly convey the smells, from one end of the spectrum to the other.

Littered with places of worship of every kind.

I eventually got to the Crafts Museum, the land that time forgot, but actually an amazing collection of textiles, although you wouldn't think it on entering. All the 'guards' where asleep with headphones in their ears. No photos allowed but I took loads, no-one awake to stop me.

I think I was a bit late for a drink!

I walked back 4.5km to my hotel because the auto drivers have begun to annoy me, they quote a tourist three times what an Indian would pay, you can haggle but I just didn't want to give them my rupees on principle. The thing is, very few people walk in Delhi and I don't think most tourists have a map or have any idea where they are, I got more than a few bemused stares.

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