Leaving Delhi Behind

On the train there was a bit of time to stop and get your head together, a luxury you don't get in Delhi. I think Delhi is a product of having too many people with not enough to do. People mill about with no real sense of purpose, like you'd get in London.
You see a lot of little things which make you laugh, like a whole family of 5 on a motorbike, in descending height order. Apparently it is compulsory to wear a helmet (except Sikhs, who never cut their hair, and therefore have a natural protective cusion round their heads.) But despite this I've seen about 1 helmet per thousand motorbikes.

I was scammed in a big way by a cobra man. He put a snake on my neck and did the snake charming thing with a cobra in a basket. I paid Rs300 for that, (thats about 5 pounds) which is too much even in Britain. Apparently it was only worth Rs 10, as I was told by some nice IT students afterwards. Things like that are a big learning curve though.

Even the comparitively clinical YMCA was unpredictable at times. The last day we stayed there, they held the VIIth Delhi state "Mr Y" bodybuilding competition. There was a huge crowd, and they were absolutely loving it, but the biggest cheer was for us, when some of the girls were seen watching from the first floor window... they went wild.
They love white girls here. We were doing the tourist trail the other day. While we were in Red Fort, which was amazing and the biggest building you could think of, we were held up half an hour by men wanting their photos taken with girls.

Delhi is a very hectic place.