Trip with sister - Delhi
The beginning of the trip was simply glorious. Being conquerors of time and space in our own eyes we just ignored the fact that every new day served as a reminder of the countdown that started right after her plane landed in Delhi…
2 weeks, just 2 weeks in the incredible India… how much can one see, how much can one do within the time bravely stolen from work and studies in the beginning of the academic year and at the days the boss-s wife was about to deliver and generously allocated to the traveling in India.
According to our program that was tabled for discussion and approved just to be re-negotiated every new day, we were to leave Delhi that had established its reputation of hectic early Sunday morning and to head to the refreshing hill stations. Yet, whatever got masterly squeezed in the first one and a half days made us reconsider our intentions. The introduction and the farewell lunch with my colleagues;
charming garden around Qutub Minar; enormous by the conception and the execution polished-marble Akshardam; insane amount of forced bargaining with auto-wallas which gets a particularly dubious venture for two western-dressed white girls; all curious trainees wanting to meet her at the farewell for Markus and the farewell as such; pompous yet akin to baking oven these days Rajpat, as close as you could get to the Soviet monumental construction style;
shiny Delhi metro with the security of an airport; eclectic CP with Levi’s store and women with covered heads selling colorful Rajastani patchworks on the floor of the CP passages; pathetic McDonald-s, McDonald-s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut stormed by young people in jeans; state emporiums full of goodies;
her first experience with an Indian canteen and South-Indian fast food; hard core bargaining at Sarojini for brands-for-peanuts and inevitably leaving it with a huge bag and no idea as of what that one contains;
very nice gathering at my host family’s that though deserved our better rested minds to be fully enjoyed.
And here we went: reached home at one am with headaches which I had never known about and with bus to Shimla scheduled early morning. I felt there was no way to reconcile with the idea of hardly three hours of sleep, packing in a rush and running away from my beloved flat that I had never left it for more that four consequent days. I realized that much I could not and I should not (for my own sanity) handle. So we gloriously took it easy the next day: greedily grabbing as much sleep as one could take and even some more in reserve; then unpacking the shopping bags from yesterdays, trying out and discussing the items which were bought almost in bulks; doing laundry and express-drying on the roof; pressure-cooking dhal and having food - all those non-really-sexy-for-short-term-travelers-in-India activities were gracefully carried out without a rush, yet with an end in mind – we had to leave no later than the same night.
2 weeks, just 2 weeks in the incredible India… how much can one see, how much can one do within the time bravely stolen from work and studies in the beginning of the academic year and at the days the boss-s wife was about to deliver and generously allocated to the traveling in India.
According to our program that was tabled for discussion and approved just to be re-negotiated every new day, we were to leave Delhi that had established its reputation of hectic early Sunday morning and to head to the refreshing hill stations. Yet, whatever got masterly squeezed in the first one and a half days made us reconsider our intentions. The introduction and the farewell lunch with my colleagues;
charming garden around Qutub Minar; enormous by the conception and the execution polished-marble Akshardam; insane amount of forced bargaining with auto-wallas which gets a particularly dubious venture for two western-dressed white girls; all curious trainees wanting to meet her at the farewell for Markus and the farewell as such; pompous yet akin to baking oven these days Rajpat, as close as you could get to the Soviet monumental construction style;
shiny Delhi metro with the security of an airport; eclectic CP with Levi’s store and women with covered heads selling colorful Rajastani patchworks on the floor of the CP passages; pathetic McDonald-s, McDonald-s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut stormed by young people in jeans; state emporiums full of goodies;
her first experience with an Indian canteen and South-Indian fast food; hard core bargaining at Sarojini for brands-for-peanuts and inevitably leaving it with a huge bag and no idea as of what that one contains;
very nice gathering at my host family’s that though deserved our better rested minds to be fully enjoyed.
And here we went: reached home at one am with headaches which I had never known about and with bus to Shimla scheduled early morning. I felt there was no way to reconcile with the idea of hardly three hours of sleep, packing in a rush and running away from my beloved flat that I had never left it for more that four consequent days. I realized that much I could not and I should not (for my own sanity) handle. So we gloriously took it easy the next day: greedily grabbing as much sleep as one could take and even some more in reserve; then unpacking the shopping bags from yesterdays, trying out and discussing the items which were bought almost in bulks; doing laundry and express-drying on the roof; pressure-cooking dhal and having food - all those non-really-sexy-for-short-term-travelers-in-India activities were gracefully carried out without a rush, yet with an end in mind – we had to leave no later than the same night.
posted by Olga Tikhonova | 3:31 pm
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Shimla is nearest snow point from Delhi. I have also visited to the Shimla with my brother by https://www.shimlapacks.in/shimla-honeymoon-tour-packages-lucknow from Lucknow in 2015.
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