I was finally able to find good skiing gear to enjoy Himalayan slopes when another problem joined the crew: snow leak.
Indeed, because of sunny weather, which doesn't means warm weather at all, most of snow around Manali disappeared, making my initial idea of skiing falling into Himalayan rivers of melted snow.

So after one week up in the mountains, I decided to head to Delhi, to warm up and think about my plans for the upcoming weeks.
But I couldn't leave Himalaya without a last taste of pure freedom and pure air, so I rented a big motorbike (Royal Enfiled Bullet if you want to google it), and drove for hours on great Himalayan roads until my path was blocked by snow.

I jumped on a night bus to Delhi (14 hours) which dropped me in some suburb of Indian's capital city by 6 am. Of course dozens of angry tuktuk drivers were waiting for the bus, and for its passenger. I asked some of them how far was the nearest train station: 10km was the common answer. So I simply started walking towards the direction they pointed, and 500m later I found Delhi's subway. 20 minutes later I reached New Delhi's main railway station, by 7am, and as soon as I stepped out of the station I was assaulted by other tuktuk drivers, but this time also by other people trying to get commissions for hotels, tours and other things I stopped to listen at.
Fortunately I am used to that now, but I must say in Delhi, people are really, really insistent, not for saying sometimes almost physically violent.

That's where I draw the line.

After a few minutes walk, being surrounded by men following me, holding my arm and standing in front of me blocking my path, I had to use the ipod and sunglasses trick, which basically consists in wearing sunglasses and headphones, even if not plugged, and keep walking like I am no longer hearing and seeing anything around.
At some point they gave up, and I could continue my way more smoothly.

I found a nice room, near the railway station, on what one can consider Delhi's Khaosan road: many travelers from all around the world stays here because of the proximity of railway station, and the cheap but ok accommodations.

I spent my first day in Delhi realizing that bus ride from Manali had not been as pleasant as it felt: fever slowly started to rise, so I spent most of the day under cold blankets and hot showers.

After having more or less recovered, I could finally start exploring Indian's, and one of world's largest, city. I did like I usually do it: I start walking, and walking and walking again, following my instinct and senses but still trying to keep a track of where I am. Here in Delhi, it's sometimes really difficult to keep a rough idea of north and south, specially by getting lost in never-ending bazaar's mazes.
By leaving main roads and stepping into bazaars, it virtually feels like diving into another world, with different lights, different surrounding sounds and another notion of time. Sometimes only gravity granted me to understand where was up and where was down.

After 6 hours swimming into Delhi's trouble waters, I finally found my way back to my room, from where I wrote those lines.