Delhi

Reporting from Delhi. It was 37c when we landed at 6pm but since Delhi pretty much rises out of the desert, there humidity is low and thus I am feeling quite good.

Delhi seems even more chaotic than Bombay: the baggage thing broke and some dudes were lining up wildly throwing bags all over the airport. We got ours. Then traffic no longer really gets to me: I am used to sharing the road with rickshaws fueled by bikes carrying their entire family, rickshaws motorized who carry an entire wood working shop, suitcases, and the entire family, bikes a la pride and joy who navigate traffic and carry at least a wife holding a baby. And then there are the cows. I think in India being a cow is the way to go. Traffic swerves around you, people feed you, nobody bothers you and you can trample through anyone's garden/yard/stall without repercussions.

The fist introduction to the city was a cab driver who tried to convince get out somewhere random with all our bags with the intention of pawning us off to his buddy in a rickshaw to cash in on a double fare which we of course refused. We then proceeded to crawl through dirty lively bustling alleys that may have been exploding of traffic even in donkey days.

The last few days in Goa where the opposite of Delhi: we stayed on lonely off-season beaches. Every night we had to navigate our paths back to our huts with wild packs of dogs running along side. Last night we sat in a beach hut bar having dinner and Indian rum with the waves crashing in huge and in the moonlight all you could see was the white foam and they were playing old Prince songs that mixed with the roaring of the monsoon winds. Over the past days we have also picked up a circus crew. Three girls from Europe and the US who are working in a Indian circus. They are very awesome and we are sad to have them return to their elephant and fire throwing acts.

Pictures still in camera.