Old Delhi was an overwhelming experience, for me. I know, it would be crazy to go to India and not visit Old Delhi, but…the pollution, the crowds, the noise, the traffic and the sense of being in danger every time we crossed the streets, it was too much for me.
I am glad we went there, but I have no intention to go back and re-do the experience.
The guide we got just for Delhi was unfortunately a #^*}¥~!, thank God we had Shiv for the rest of the trip. I am glad I don’t even remember his name anymore. He was the opposite of Shiv. He didn’t care.
I love the open spaces, the silence, the country side, the tiny villages, the calm. Old Delhi was like a shock to me, as I had just arrived in the country. I was just lost, I felt my brain overwhelmed by strong harsh peeks of my senses, adrenaline stinging my finger tips every time we risked to be in collision with another vehicle. And the noise. The noise was unbelievable. Loud. Ugly. Unnecessary.
That same night Beate and myself we had the very best meal in India, with Bashir Butt.
And what about the Pashminas, he showed us some precious pashminas, hand made, from Kashmir, wow! It was such a great evening.