Delhi Welcome

I wrote about Delhi before I could tell about my nice welcome there. I took a sleeper class train (the standard class, most Indians use it) to get there . It was a 7 hour trip during the day. It was horrific. We had a bench for 3 people but 5-6 people trying to squeeze on it. Every 5 min a beggar, mother with child or very loud chai seller came true. Not to forget the rats running around my luggage, the flies everywhere, the mosquitos …
I know why I pay more for AC now – peace of mind.

When I arrived in Old Delhi train station (I had to go to the New Delhi train station), the ticket inspector told me it will take 15 min for New Delhi. After one and a half hour of no train movement at all I lost my patience and took a autorickshaw. The driver wanted 100 Rps (a lot) and didn’t want to negotiate. Then he took me to a different hotel not even in the same neighbourhood as the one I wanted. The hotel guy came out and try to convince me to stay in his place. With as much patience as I could find I told him that I had a pretty bad day and can’t stand this shit and just want to go to the hotel I’ve already booked. The guy gave a shit. When we finally manage to get on the way to the hotel, the driver wanted 200 Rps – he had more to drive now was his opinion. I just threw 100 Rps in the dirt in front of his rickshaw and went into my hotel.

I call this a Delhi Welcome.