The funniest hell on earth.

We arrived to Delhi by 04:00 AM.
It seems like our luggage came in other plane. As we finished the police check there was a Royal Jordanian representative watching after our stuff. It was only ours and the Medical needed guys from the Ben Gurion air port (see previous post).

After finishing the entrance to India we took a prepaid, so called, taxi. It was a terribly small car. Some how we managed to get inside.
The ride was a kind of a blend of a roller coaster, GTA San Andreas, A ride with Mr Magoo and a crush test (where we are the dummies...). It was terribly dark, even while there was a full moon. The pollution is so terrible that you cannot see the moon... On the road, while the right seated driver flies at about 80 km/h you see cows, trucks, motorcycles, other cars, and so on. Each time the driver passed someone he blew the horn like 'ti ti ti ti ti ti '. But the best part is the bicycles. In the middle of this chaotic, dark road they ride, without any light or reflector at all!!!!!!!! Is like they wish for some kind of death. Or by a car hit (the acute style) or by pollution (the chronic way). Didn't understand these guys.

We got to the 'Main Bazar'. It is, to say the least, the lowest slams you could imagine. It was still dark. The driver, who was paid upfront, wanted some more for the TIP. We sent him to check if we are there, just around the corner, and ask from us if he find us, there, ...

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As is clear, the cellular companies here are not hypocrite like @ IL (look on the right of the picture)...

Well, the guest house we wanted was full. We went to 'Hare Rama' guest house and got a windowless room!!! We understood how shoes feel in their box...

Delhi seemed to be less annoying than expected. We walked around. Ate Indian food, which turned to be very tasty and healthy. We also bought all kind of fresh vegetables in the street and ate them:

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We had our regular place where we ate delicious mouseli, thali and other great stuff:

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When we understood Delhi is annoying as we were warned
We decided we had enough of this pollution:

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so we went to the railway station to get tickets to the south (Goa). At ten minutes walk from our guest house there is Delhi's main railway station. There is also a building called 'Railways Reservations' a hundred meters from the station. Still not sure why, I decided we should get our tickets at the railways reservations and not at the station itself. As we got there it looked quiet like Gaza strip after Ahmed Yazin met our hellfire missile. Before we even got shocked, a incredibly friendly Indian offered his help, which reminds me this story:
"A little bird felt off the nest into the snow below. He was about to freeze when a cow passed and without premeditation shit on the bird a warm and cozy bulk of bullshit. The bird felt a sudden infinite happiness so he started singing of joy. A hungry cat that was terribly hungry due to the cold, heard how the food is calling, took the bird out of the shit and ate it in one bite".
What this story comes to say is that when somebody volunteers to take you out of the shit, you should start to worry...
This Indian guy, with an CNN English, told us he works there for Indian government. He told us to go to a place where they are allowed to sell the tourists quota of the train. That in the railways reservations building only Indians buy tickets.
We went to where he sent us and they offered an only today price of 2000 u$s for getting all kind of tickets we didn't ask for. The saddest part is that I almost payed and my brilliant wife told me to get our asses out of there ASAP... Another riksha driver took us to another place by saying that this is really an Indian government tourists agency. The prices were lower but we wanted to think a bit. So we walked around.
We didn't buy tickets this day, but we made a couple of friends in a park in Delhi and shubalino had his first chance run a bit in India, around the park. We then got into the Metro station and went back to our shoes box to have a shower and some rest.
In the morning we went straight to a place our Indian friends told us, in the first floor of the Delhi's Railways Station. We just walked, like defths, blind people that cant hear all the offerings around us. And, ... WE GOT THE GOD DAMN TICKETS!!! We decided to go north and we got tickets to the north, since Goa sounded a bit long to travel.
We were so happy we have train tickets that we went for a walk around Delhi.

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Two minutes after this picture a guy tried to pick my pocket. I almost broke his hand, I really got mad.

Later we went to the shoes box to pack and started walking to the train station. On our way there another motherfucker got a broken hand while trying to pick my pocket!!! Damn motherfuckers!

We got to the station and went straight to the place where we bought the tickets. Since we felt this was the place were we made our first progress since we got in India.
Now we'll wait for our train, it feels we have nothing to worry anymore... NOT! They close this nice tourists office at 20:00 and we then must wait downstairs, in the middle of this crazy funny suffocating hell called Delhi's Main Railway Station.