Trip Start Aug 18, 2006
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South east of New Delhi is the tomb of Humayun, which is considered the architechtural forerunner to the Taj Mahal, and is indeed another impressive mausoleum
Eventually, after nearly a week in the city, I found the energy to visit Old Delhi. Due to some dodgy (for which read 'the usual') map reading, this involved walking some distance along the railway tracks before ducking through an opening into the narrow, busy streets of the old town. My unusual entry point placed me some distance from the usual tourist haunts. I was among working people, guys putting together motors, selling pipes or taps or sheet metal, all totally indifferent to my presence. I meandered through the different commercial quarters until I reached the main thoroughfare and the jama masjid, the huge mosque in the centre of Old Delhi.
Constructed, as are most of the Mogul monuments, of red sandstone and marble, the Jama Masjid is stunning. My visit was poorly timed, however, in the middle of the day. When the sun is high in the sky, and has been for an hour or two, the compulsorily unshod pilgrim suffers seven shades of torture from the superheated flagstones underfoot
A thing that happened:
I went to a waterpark today and slid down flumes. Tate modern shmate modern. These were the Real Deal, and I have the bruises, friction burns and haunting memories to prove it. There was also a fairground ride called 'Roll and Roll' that spun round and round horizontally while the attached pods with people (us) lashed inside spun round and round vertically; ie. in such a way as to require the following rules to be displayed: no loose change; no cellphones; no pagers; please tie hair back; please avoid vomiting on the ride. After about five minutes the guy in charge of the ride called out 'stopping?' and Rob and I whimpered that stopping would probably be acceptable, not that we'd had enough of course. Meanwhile Peter, standing watching, called to the man with the controls 'they want to go faster'. Control man turned his treacherous little lever into the 'red zone'. Time slowed and my vision tunneled.
I still feel a little strange, but more importantly, Peter and I are supposed to be riding through Pakistan together, and he's already trying to kill me...