To Amarpurkashi by Train Almost a week ago, I left Delhi for the rural village of Amarpurkashi in India's largest state, the Uttar Pradesh. At 5.30 am (when the train left) Delhi's streets were already teeming; like New York, it deserves the reputation of a city that doesn't sleep. Unlike New York, where that has connotations of a 24-hour party city, Delhi's insomnia is the result of perpetual labour. Unhurried, laid-back, but continually, people are working; sw...

The Small Streets of Delhi (second entry today) So after that rant of an entry, I thought I better give the other side of the story. I have been really fortunate in Delhi, as in Mumbai, in having some local contacts here to keep an eye out for me. I hate to admit it, but it was much needed. Being independent here is really not so easy. On Sunday, the task of showing me around fell to Ajays nephew, Chandller (as he calls himself). He is 24 year old and whizzes me...

AARRGH!!! It has been difficult to access this blog in India's capital city, for reasons I will explain, and I now find myself so brimming with such a tantalising array of tales to tell I hardly know where to start! There's the bombs of course, the mouse in my room that had me standing shrieking on the bed cartoon-style, visiting the Red Fort, temples, meeting my contacts here, massively misreading cultural nuances, trying street food (and not getting ill)...so...

News from Delhi I had been in Delhi a matter of hours when the bombs went off. I didnt know anything about it, until my contact/friend here, Ajay, told me on the phone, so obvously I am fine. You all probably know more about it than me as the news coverage on the TV in my (extremely grotty) hostel room is very poor. I wont write much as am in a cafe whose grottyness is rivalling that of the hotel room - my fingers are practically sticking to the keys and I can ...

I'll let the photos do the talking! Have figured out uploading - hurray! Next stop Delhi.