Day 60 - Red Man in Delhi
Trip Start
Jan 10, 2011
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Trip End
Jan 08, 2012
Where I stayed
On our way to the airport in Goa we stopped off in "Old Goa" to see the original town and its many churches including the largest church in India, Sé Cathedral. Quite austere by Roman Catholic standards, these churches were interesting though we are glad we didn't make an entire day of the side trip.
While checking out one of the churches, a local man with a bushy grey beard motioned to Eli with his cell phone and in jilted Enlighs said “picture?” He liked the red beard and Eli obliged.
Arriving in Delhi we split a cab with a Swedish woman Mia met in line. On the ride in, Delhi seemed cleaner, more organized, and less chaotic (the main roadways had defined, uncluttered sidewalks!).
We checked into our hotel which was around the corner down a jammed alley in a bustling market area. We switched to a room substantially less nice than our original modest room in order to have wifi in the room only to find out it turned off at 11pm. This is an interesting trait we’ve noticed (at least) with our budget service industry. They are not forthcoming with service, information or anything else that doesn’t earn. It’s not that they are purposely doing it nor unwilling to provice as they eagerly attend when asked.
Following a quick walk around our new hood we went for dinner at place called the India Club. After picking out a neon sign amid the radiating colours of the market and navigating our way through a black lit 2nd floor construction site we found the roof top patio. The plate of Veg Thali (the Indian equivalent to a combo platter), a large bottle of Kingfisher and the view of the vibrant market below, were a great primer for our time in Delhi.
On our way back to the hotel, a vendor at one of the many alley-side convenience stores called out to Eli “Red Man” with big smile on his face. Eli flashed a smile back and gave him a thumbs-up.
While checking out one of the churches, a local man with a bushy grey beard motioned to Eli with his cell phone and in jilted Enlighs said “picture?” He liked the red beard and Eli obliged.
Arriving in Delhi we split a cab with a Swedish woman Mia met in line. On the ride in, Delhi seemed cleaner, more organized, and less chaotic (the main roadways had defined, uncluttered sidewalks!).
We checked into our hotel which was around the corner down a jammed alley in a bustling market area. We switched to a room substantially less nice than our original modest room in order to have wifi in the room only to find out it turned off at 11pm. This is an interesting trait we’ve noticed (at least) with our budget service industry. They are not forthcoming with service, information or anything else that doesn’t earn. It’s not that they are purposely doing it nor unwilling to provice as they eagerly attend when asked.
Following a quick walk around our new hood we went for dinner at place called the India Club. After picking out a neon sign amid the radiating colours of the market and navigating our way through a black lit 2nd floor construction site we found the roof top patio. The plate of Veg Thali (the Indian equivalent to a combo platter), a large bottle of Kingfisher and the view of the vibrant market below, were a great primer for our time in Delhi.
On our way back to the hotel, a vendor at one of the many alley-side convenience stores called out to Eli “Red Man” with big smile on his face. Eli flashed a smile back and gave him a thumbs-up.



Comments
Mia....love your new Do.......dear Old called it a "Peeled Onion"......