Delhi

We have arrived in India to whirlwind of colour, noise, smells and smog, a lot of smog. Everyone is blowing black out of their noses at the end of the day. The haze is thick in the morning and never seems to really lift. We have nearly fallen for the same old touts and their promises of the perfect itinerary. Everyone is trying to sell tickets, drivers and dreams, but it is a hard sell in the age of internet booking. It reminded us that we know what we want and how to get it and to trust ourselves and our own judgement. We have visited the Red Fort, Old Delhi Markets, Humayun Tombs, Connaught Place, India Gate and all the usual suspects. Ridden all modes of transport and survived a major traffic standoff that lasted half an hour with traffic cops wielding six foot spears and swords and using them on the antagonists. The little kids have managed to eat corn flakes and toast for breakfast, French macaroons and pizza for dinner, so much for the challenges of Indian food. Zar on the other hand has embraced the spicy subji and upma for breakfast and is leaping back into his blog - newfoods. We avoided Delhi Belly and now we are off to Agra.