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Two years ago, a friend and I, both in our sixties, travelled around India and Nepal for a month. We had many adventures and discovered a whole new world. We booked a tour and flew to Delhi where we were met by our tour guide and taken to a lovely-looking hotel with atrocious plumbing and met the rest of our group of 16.The weather was lovely but the food was another story,my friend loved it and ate everything in sight, but my stomach heaved at the thought of hot curry for breakfast! From day one we were spellbound by the sheer mass of people, the colourful sights, the beggars, the different modes of transport, from Mercedes busses to camel carts and elephants, all competing for a space in the parking lots. Old Delhi with it's ruins and temples,snake charmers and performing monkeys and amongst it all the "holy" cows digging in huge piles of rubbish, and New Delhi with the handsome ex-colonial residences and wide boulevards. |
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That's us in Patan,
we sat for hours on the steps in
Burdar square, watching the
world go by.
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