5.12.05
Honey, we aren't in singapore anymore (v.g.)
HELLO AM STILL ALIVE AND KICKING. Only halfway through but here's a little snapshot of my progress.
I have braved:
DELHI TRAFFIC JAMS
OH this is the stuff of legends. As our driver (Davinder Singh, v.g.) says, the very essentials are
1. Good horn
2. Good brakes
3. Good luck
Emphasis on the first and last, because the roads are crammed full of of camels, horses, beggars, lepers, book-sellers, tuk-tuk-cum-taxis, vegetable carts (and the people on the buses just reach right out and snick them), tractors, COWS, and the cars.
DELHI POLLUTION
Hard to get photos of it, but the first thing that hits you when you leave the airport is the smell. That, and the yellow halo around lights. And the fact that nobody wears white.
DELHI PEDDLERS/BEGGARS/STREETSIDE PERFORMERS
(coming soon)
Whatever you do, DON'T STOP MOVING. Moment you do, hordes of lepers/beggars converge on anybody with less-dark skin (i.e. me, my family, the cows), and mutter desperate pleas for money to buy chapati. Heartwrenching, so give money lorh. Problem is you give one and ten million come, like that day in the market. Kinda like the pied piper =/
SLIPPERY STEPS ON A KILOMETRE-HIGH MINARET
No photos of that because I forgot to bring my camera. =( But you can just imagine how mind-numbingly scary that was. Plus when you emerge at the top you pop out ABOVE the pollution, thus getting the only clean air in Delhi. No wonder those imams live so long (+ the exercise you get from climbing up ten km of steps)
INDIRA GANDHI
She's pretty, no? I think I got a crush on her like I did lookalike Anne Frank. Too Bad they're both dead =( one of tetanus at a nazi concentration camp, the other gunned down by her bodyguards
Superman has his cape, I have my jacket, camera and
Bridget Jones' DiaryFarewell for now
ate your heart out at 8:51 PM
