Some things we hate about Delhi:

1.Everyone is a con man. If someone says they're your friend they are probably about to take you to the tourist information

2. There is no tourist information. None. The only helpful person we have found is a lovely Dutchman who showed us where the tourist ticket desk was at the train station.

3. There is definitely a tourist ticket desk in the station, is hasn't` burned down, or moved, or never existed. It exists. And it's in the train station, despite what every other person tries to tell you.

4. If someone tells you the will take you to a real Indian market, they`re about to take you to their mates shop which will pay them a massive commission.

5. Men use the street as a urinal. No one bats an eyelid.

6.Everyone stares. Everyone. And not just at me. They love Sean. `picture picture picture` he has an Indian fan club.

7.You have to see the driving to believe it. You might have seen Indian driving but you haven`t experienced it until you're on the back of a cycle rickshaw that has no cover, no handrail let alone any protection from oncoming traffic.

Despite this it's a great place to be. We arrived jetlagged to the extreme as it was 5.30and nice as the flight was it wasn`t a great place to sleep. We got to our hostel and the price is fantastic and the comfort of the pillows explains why. But after a whole night of no sleep, concrete blocks are surprisingly comfy. we spent the afternoon trying to find the train station, dodgy map reading and `help` from an Indian friend we still hadn't found it so got an overpriced rickshaw. Then spent forever trying not to be conned into going to more tourist information centers until our Dutch knight rescued us and another couple also just as helpless. Long day in Delhi.

Day two.

Sightseeing in Delhi: bright and early start at 9m for tour of Delhi. We decided where we wanted to go and headed up to Jama Masjid. We parked up and got onto a cycle rickshaw, very uncomfortable and no cover (more on this later) we got to the mosque and were met by the rickshaw driver`s brother who was to be our guide in Old Delhi. We had to take off our shoes. I had to wear a sarong and pulled the David Beckham look off very well and Laura had to wear what can only be described as a floral set of surgeon's scrubs. After this we went through the Chandi Chowk on another different rickshaw where the driver was about 15. We were then led to the dress market which was actually just his mate's shops and tried on Saris and Indian pajamas. Both of which were purchased _ watch this space for pics. We were then told that the half hour ride would cost 900 Rs. We weren`t going to pay anything (as we`d already paid for our taxi for the day who so far had done nothing but fob us off on someone else) but felt bad for the kid so gave him 200 It then started to rain. This wasn`t a problem when we were on the rickshaw with a canopy but the rickshaw we were heading towards had no canopy. However the driver was gracious enough not to give us the tarpaulin he was using as shelter and thus received no tip. He took us to the red fort, it was now absolutely hammering it down and I had formed the two biggest blisters in between my toes and was walking like i`d been shot. This did not however stop the hoards of people wanting my photo. I felt bad for Laura so let her come in a few. Went to India Gate with the driver we`d actually paid for the day. Then went to free Hindu temple. When the driver wanted to take us to all of his mates shops we decided to come home, still a bit damp and now a bit tired. Delhi is fun. Delhi is not so bad but looking forward to Jaipur tomorrow.

Love you all x