Down and dirty in Delhi

Our last few days in Goa were waterlogged. Our beautiful ocean view was tainted by endless monsoonal rains, our room leaked (only a little) and it was amazing to watch the beach disappear. When we arrived the there was probably about 40 feet of beach before you hit the water...on the day we left the waves came right up to the restaurants and many of them were starting to tear down and close up shop for the monsoon which can last several months.
Our decision to fly to Delhi was wonderful. A 2 hour flight is much more appealing than a 40 hour train ride. We arrived last night at around 8pm. Deb was getting a little panicked as she has been dreading Delhi since our arrival. But it all has been quite smooth and not so bad. We got a prepaid taxi that took us to our hotel (which is expensive for India...but still cheap when you consider we are in a city of millions and barely baring $15/night for an airconditioned room with tv)had some dinner, went to bed. We have been out on the streets of Delhi all day...it is a crazy place but not as bad as either of us had imagined. Cows, people, rickshaws all seem to cohabitat in one place without too much confusion or anger.
Tonight we are getting on an overnight train north to Shimla and the Himalayas. It is cooler there (as Delhi was 33 when we arrived last night) and it is supposed to be spectacularly beautiful. Things are not really looking like they are going to work out for volunteering in Cambodia...so we are not sure when we will leave India or where we will go next.
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Hello there I just got your post card. Thankyou. May was a crazy month for me I worked 29 out of 31 days. I was in northern b.c in minning camp for 3 weeks straight and just got back. cya
Hi ladies,
have just logged on and read your blog for the first time. Was sitting here missing India and thinking all sorts of fond thoughts but you've just reminded me of the reality-food, toilets(aka India!) and those men. Will now go and enjoy a calm day in Brisbane! Oh and it was your laugh not mine Miss cackles! Hazel