As soon as I got on the bus and started rolling away from BRCM it was like a weight that I didn't even know was there had been lifted off my shoulders.
I should stick up for BRCM a little bit though, I made it sound really bad, but it wasn't bad, it was actually full of very well wishing people and I do hope they all do well.
I was sitting in a dirty back room of a shopping market waiting for the security guard to tell me when the bus got there, and I was thinking, this is probably the last time I'll be in one of these obscure little places without knowing what is going on.
The atmosphere on the bus was brilliant and I had a Hindi conversation with the toothy bus conductor.
I love getting to know places better, and I was rushing all over Delhi so I began to piece together where everything was. I went to see a light show at Red Fort which was quite funny, but I got eaten alive by midges. Shaaman Khan, the disembodied, self confessed "cataloguer of the ages" guided us through the history of Delhi, which was nice of him.
I saw Qutub Minar the next day, which is basically a glorified version of the stack in Dundee. It was quite pretty though.
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