After our night on the train in ac3, we were handed our 'non-veg' breakfast, which consists of two slices of bread, a pea omlette, a mango juice carton, and chaicoffee. The lovely man across from me made me a chai. We pulled in to our station, and tried to get our bearings to find the metro. Minding my own business, I promptly fell through a manhole that wasn't secured properly. I picked myself up, with everyone watching me, and carried on, trying to look as casual as possible. Eventually we accepted a cycle rickshaw and got dropped off on the wrong side of the motorway. We had to cross, fearing for our own lives. We have crossed some busy roads before, but this was like the m25 of Delhi. The technique is just to stroll across at a constant speed. If anything, we almost caused a crash by being too cautious. Pumped with adrenaline, we made our way to the metro and swiped our cards, kindly given to us by the two guys in Varanasi. The metro is very similar to the London underground, and probably the cleanest place in Delhi. The carriages are rammed with people at rush hour - you can see people's faces squished up against the glass. We made it to Delhi station, where everything became familiar once again. We walked back to the hostel we had stayed at before, and were shown another hotel next door, as they were full. the room smelt of smoke, and was quite basic for the price, but the biggest problem was the leaky toilet. We explained to the young boy who brought us towels, expecting to be moved to another room, but were surprised when he returned with a small bag of grout and cloth. He proceeded to mix it on the tiles and apply it with his finger to the base of the toilet. We went off to catch the metro to the lotus temple. we got there just as the sun was setting, which was a good time to see the building, which was reminiscent of the Sydney opera house. It is meant to be a place where people of different religions can come to pray and meditate, and it had a calm atmosphere inside its echoey chambers. On the metro line back, we stopped off at khan market, an upmarket place with some familiar shop names (including accessorize) and multi cuisine restaurants. We bought a few things and oggled at the home comforts in the imported goods shops, including guylian, bonne maman jam, crunchy nut, San pellegrino, and malteasers. All the prices reflected their long journey! Heinz beans were £2.50 a can! For tea we went to a rooftop restaurant - Hugo had chimichangas and I had a lamb tagine. The following morning we took a cab to the airport. I lost Hugo in departures - he had wandered off in to a technology shop, which I had mistaken for a beauty shop, and had therefore discounted from my search. When I finally spotted him, I had to hurry him along, as our flight was on final call! We ran as fast as we could in flip flops, before being rescued by a golf buggy. Phew!