Billionaires

I made it to India safe and sound, and Anthony went immediately to the Tibetan area of Delhi called Majnu-ka-Tilla.  It was relatively quiet and peaceful there, and I was excited to be in India.  We ate momos and thupka at a tiny restaurant to warm ourselves up because Delhi is balls cold right now, and wandered the tiny alleys of the neighborhood.

Then the next day, Pahar Ganj and Connaught Place.  Men left and right (ladies aren't as free to roam) tried to rush us onto their rickshaws and book us tickets out, pretending at friendliness while probably trying to get commission off us for being middlemen.  Anthony showed me this nice shop called People Tree where local artists made everything, and their book selection surprised me with its content, mostly the gender issue books.  Our hostel was clean and quiet, and we had a nice roof to sit on and observe the insanity below.

Delhi wasn't my favorite place, though, and being in Bhopal has me reconsidering what I thought I was coming out here for.  I was prepared for a hard journey, but I assumed it would be body hard and not spirit hard.  Mostly I feel stressed out because I can't walk anywhere without someone asking me for something, and with how much people have tried to rip us off, I'm surprised this country isn't populated by billionaires.  It's only been a few days, so I want to keep trying, but getting sick didn't particularly make me like this place any better.

We'll see how it goes.