Delhi: A Beautiful Chaos
I remember the first time I landed in India almost as if it was yesterday. The signs said Indira Gandhi airport, but my boarding card called it Delhi Airport. Culture shock is the choice words friends had used to prepare me for the experience. We had secured a hotel in Mahipalpur, a district in Delhi right next to the Airport. A local Delhian I talked to in the airport recommended that we take the subway. Faster and cheaper than getting scammed, he said while smiling. Dodged our first tourist trap right there I thought, unfortunately I hadn’t seen the hotel yet.
I now know exactly what adventurers mean when they talk about cockroaches on the wall and blood stained bed linens, and let's not forget the sewage smell from the street outside. What a disaster! Very early next morning, 4:30 am I think, we finally escaped the sewage and the cockroaches. We walked a bit around Mahipalpur before finding a subway stop to escape the place for Delhi town centre, it's the least touristy place I think I ever saw in my life. “The city slum” one of my friends in Delhi later told me they call Mahipalpur.
At this point you might be thinking to yourself, God why would I ever go visit India? Well, keep with me. After hopping in a tuk-tuk and driving straight East from Mahipalpur, we visited some ancient tombs recommended to us by google maps. We then decided we wanted to see the Qutb Minar landmark and then the Garden of Five Senses. I remember feeling like the garden gave me a strong feeling of tranquillity after being feeling a little anxious for the last several hours. After looking at the Delhi couples.
After coming to the town centre we met one of the guys I clearly could describe with such typical Hindi words, such as a guru. We had booked ourselves into a random hotel a friend of Boye had recommended near Paharganj. Great it was not, yet maybe closer to paradise than to Mahipalpur. This amazing tuk-tuk driver, I hate that I can’t recall his name, saved us out of Paharganj and brought us to the office of a travel consultant. He warned us never to go back to Paharganj, they are all “scammers and thugs there” he said with a serious look on his face (Many Delhians consider Paharganj to be a tourist trap and an inauthentic market, and they usually recommend to rather visit Chandni Chowk). I begged him to accept my tips of 1000 rupees, he strictly declined anything more than the 50 rupees (~0.5£) he was owed for driving us around for the last 1.5 hours. What a hero this man of unbending moral principles.
Both exhausted after spending the last approximately 12 hours in chaos, Boye and I stepped into the building and we met our first soon to be friend in India. Omer was the name of the guy now responsible to rescue us from certain doom at the hands of the Neutral Chaotic forces that dominated the urban Delhi landscape Boye and I had stepped into, woefully unprepared for the reality of this foreign place we had adventure to. Two Norwegian ex-students turned adventurers almost overnight.
Omer, a Kasmiri man in his early 30’s, listened to me and Boye, tired as we were, explaining our misfortune of the last 12 hours or so. He laughed so heartfelt and friendly, no one could have taken offence. Omer helped us plan out a travel itinerary on the spot. Luckily Boye and I had truly prepared ourselves in the area of what we knew we wanted to see attraction wise in Northern India. If only our Delhi hotel bookings for the first 2 nights were as well prepared. Omer drew up a crude basic map on a typical blank piece of paper, a map showing Northern India, and the location of spots we were now going to visit. We could now go sleep in a bed somewhere Omer had fixed for us, and then spend the next day sightseeing a bit in Delhi, before as I remember Omer saying it, “We need to get you guys the hell out of Delhi.”
Delhi is a lovely place to go sightseeing when you have a personal driver taking you from A to B. Our Hindu driver, named Neelam, was quite the character. Friendly as can be and very talkative, he spoke good English. Our plan for the day was to see Red Fort, Chandni Chowk (a traditional Delhi market), Akshardam (Hindu Temple) and Gandhi Museum. Below follows some more slideshows to showcase our sightseeing trip the second and last day we were in Delhi.
The pictures above illustrate what can be expected from visiting these 4 tourist attractions. It's illegal to bring any cellphone or camera in to see the Swaminarayan Akshardham temple, so I don't have any personal pictures of that, but Neelam was not wrong in my opinion when he claimed that Akshardham is a more impressive monument than even the Taj Mahal (which we saw later in our journey). We also drove past a few other landmarks together with Neelam, notably Raj Ghat and India Gate. All in all it was a pretty great second day in India. But I was already eagerly looking forward to the train ride early the next morning. We were headed out of Delhi state and into “the land of many kings.”