What are the posh areas in Delhi
Delhi. Shut up, the first!
The time has come, it's back to Delhi - or the city of horror, as I lovingly call it. My first encounter with Delhi was also my first experience outside of Europe (don't count the Asian part of Istanbul); quite overwhelming so.
Landed at 6:30 a.m., and definitely too early to land in India for the first time - compensation for this time was the sunrise over the Himalayas - I only had the following thoughts when leaving the airport: What a crazy idea to want to stay here for three months - I came to do an internship. A crowd of men loomed ahead of us, some of them sitting in a strange crouched position, all staring in our direction; a scrutinizing, uncomfortably stern look that by no means Welcome to India meant.
The first car trip in India
The subsequent drive to the hotel was the most thrilling car trip of our life. Our driver whizzed through Indian city traffic at 80 km / h, firmly convinced that cows, pedestrians and other road users would give way to him at some point. After about 10 minutes I had fatalistic confidence in his driving style because I had no other option; There were no seatbelts. My fear of cows on India's streets were a relic from the old days had disappeared, my new one was: Hopefully we won't run over any. At some point he turned left and suddenly the appearance of the city changed considerably. The density of houses, people, animals for agricultural use and their rubbish had increased suddenly, everything was getting closer. I was convinced that this was an abbreviation that our knowledgeable driver took to avoid the oncoming rush hour traffic. And under the protection of the car, the child pooping on the street next to the cow eating rubbish was also somehow interesting. But then we noticed, puzzled, that we had stopped. So we arrived at our hotel and in Paharganj.
Paharganj is in Lonely Planet described as "not for everyone - due to its drug scene and the many shady characters it has a dubious reputation."Sure, we were warned that we would not reside in the embassy district, but Paharganj would still do justice to the following warning:"We cannot recommend this area with a clear conscience without pointing out the enormous disadvantages such as overwhelming masses of people, animals and rubbish, the scraping of smugglers and the overwhelming strain on the olfactory nerves. However, if you want to experience Delhi's authentic side, this is the right place for you". A bit like the honest warning about the Islamic district in Cairo.
After all, our Hotel Jyoti Mahal turned out to be a real stroke of luck. Friendly service, tastefully furnished rooms in Rajasthani style and a roof terrace with good kitchen; the parathas for breakfast are great! Only the balcony quickly became unnecessary. You share it with the air conditioning system and at 40 ° in the shade the exhaust air from an air conditioning system is somehow uncomfortable.
Although exhausted from the flight and the nervous strains of our arrival, we made our way to our tour of Delhi, after all, time was short and we were curious. Completely unexperienced in India, we went out on the street and did not know the main rule of survival: never stop and look. Then it happened, a friendly young man wanted to help us and show us to the tourist office.
He is: a student.
He needs: no money. (To prove it, he pulled out a hundred-dollar note.)
He is: Rickshaw driver. (We met him again later.)
In order to enjoy Old Delhi and maybe even fall in love with it, you should definitely choose the bicycle rickshaw as a means of transport. Slowly the chaos glides past you, while slightly elevated you have a good view over the swarm of traders, priests, cows and sheep. Such a trip can be downright ecstatic.
At the latest from the Red Fort you can hardly save yourself from offers of the rickshaw drivers to go on a bazaar tour. With a bit of luck, however, you might catch a driver who doesn't drag you to the nearest relative's shop, but actually suggests a worthwhile route. Our tour lasted about 2 hours: Start at the mosque Jama Masjid via the spice and wedding bazaar to one of the oldest Jain temples in the city; hidden in an alley with beautiful traditional havelis, which once adorned Old Delhi during the times of the Mongul capital. And there was also an entry-free view of the city from one of the countless roofs of Old Delhi.
The next day we started with the City Walk of Salaam Balaak Trust. The walks are led by former street children who share their personal stories. Brijesh, our Guide, showed us the places around the train station in New Delhi, where the street children sleep, wash and eat; and enabled us to get an insight into the survival and everyday life of street children through his own story. A really very interesting and worthwhile walk! Brijesh is no longer there, he got a scholarship for the USA, Congratulations!
After so much Old Delhi it was time for New Delhi. At the Connaught Place we ate incredibly delicious in Rajdhani restaurant; A typical Gujarati thali is served there at really moderate prices. Try it out! But a warning should be given: You should really be extremely hungry, the waiters are so overzealous in refilling the bowls that you can with the No thanks, I'm already fed up doesn’t get behind at all.
In the blazing midday heat and with a full stomach, we went to the India Gateto stroll and relax in the green spaces. After a short time we were apparently the bigger attraction than that for some India Gate; an experience that we had already made in the Red Fort. A small group of people - boys of mixed ages (7-16 years old) - sat in a semicircle on the meadow around us; a small fan group, so to speak. Unfortunately, I couldn't enjoy my fame for long. My companion, visibly irritated by this siege, fled. But fans are not so easy to get rid of; afterwards. Until the bravest stepped forward and finally revealed their request: "Photo, madam, please." For fear of having to take a photo with each one of them, and also because I was afraid that I would have enriched the children with a camera, I said no friendly and said goodbye.
When we drove past them in our yellow-green vehicle and they shouted goodbye: “Bye madam, bye!” A successful conclusion in Delhi.
Marianna was actually a PhD student in literary studies. The beautiful literature inspired her far too often to leave the library walls and see what it looks like in the real world. She now writes beautiful stories herself and has given up her doctorate in favor of traveling.All postsWebsite
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