After my travels in Goa, I returned to Delhi, the central point where one travels between many major cities. I arrived in town late at night with no hotel reservation. I had finally caught on to the ridiculous rates of the hotels we had previously stayed at in smelly Delhi, and decided to try something different. Boy did I make a mistake. Since it was late at night all I could find besides the overpriced hotels was a really scummy motel that smelled like cigarettes and made me afraid to sleep in the dark. The evening was so strange. I ate potato chips that tasted like masala seasoning and diet coke for dinner, and tried watching tv but could only get in 3 channels, all of which were in hindi. I tried reading but I was so creeped out that I couldn't concentrate. I tried sleeping but I was so creeped out I couldn't turn the lights out. Some how I made it through that night and woke up eager and edgy awaiting the return and reunion with Sarah and Cecile.
Sonu's brother and I hopped in the car and headed out to meet the girls mid day. We waited close to an hour in the heat at the stinky station for my comrades to return. Finally after what smelled, oops I mean seemed like forever, they arrived and we hugged and celebrated our return to one another. We had great stories to exchange. We checked in to a fancy hotel which was fabulous and overpriced, but reasonable to split 3 ways, and we relaxed all afternoon swaping tales.
Late in the afternoon we began to doll up for a night on the town with the owner of the travel agency we had been using while in India. This would be our first real exploration of the nightlife of this major city we liked to fondly call Smelly Delhi. (Delhi is really smelly! It smells like burning dungh and BO! I think thats cuz they burn dung to keep away mosquitos, and they burn trash, and its ridiculously hot and the poverty is high so you can be sure there is not a lot of deoderant here, and it just smells just because it's smelly delhi.)