At the beginning of the International Airport to Delhi Airport, feeling and elsewhere are no different. After a prepaid taxi, a large toy looks very fragile thing stopped in front, the staff said that this is our taxi, at this point I began to smell a bitIndiaTaste. Drove uncle sped up, move on the road, across many surface scars, uneven car. If it isBeijingThe driver in the street the charge, I directly jumping to escape, but how also not worry about, like this crazy speed back-propagation gives me a sense of freedom. ".
IndiaThe warm air on his face, I looked around, along with so many trees surprised me a little. The driver suddenly brake, the roadside a cape uncle naturally on the table, it is natural to us to say hello. Peer friends cocoa said, in India, so feel free to let acquaintances hitchhiking is a very common thing. When Uncle faced off Cape, cocoa make fun of that money ah, the driver smiled graciously: "this is my friend, my friend."
The hustle and bustle of the cityNew Delhi train station near the Main Bazaar (fair) is a gathering place for backpackers. Although I did not anticipate how busy, but when he stopped his car in a dirty old streets, told us to go inside is Main Bazaar, I was scared. The rough road is full of mud and garbage, with cow dung smell in the air, on both sides is worn seemed set to a collapsed building, full of brightly coloured clothes, scarves and carpet hung a small shop, just to see how it is Chinese county and township farmers market goods color, here is the legendary "big bazaar".
Cocoa Qingjushulu, with a terrified me from the street into the more narrow, winding alleys, all sorts of color of the tourists wearing clothes from India, looked happy to shuttle in the lane. These lanes are Rodina Hotel, we stopped in a small old dark house, cocoa in Beijing Xiushui Street common way with the boss chitchat, several voices "friends", a few back to the calculator on the price negotiation, business goes, decisively to another.
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