The day began with a knock at the door.
The manager of the hotel had enough. We spent the preceeding night drinking on the roof with an australian tosser who managed to offend the whole of Delhi, or so it felt.
During the night we had consumed one bottle of Indian Whisky (interesting stuff), half a bottle of rum, and twelve beers (at home this would seem like a normal night but in this hear it was anything but normal).
After our cultural calamity we got left with very little time to eat our breakfast. One of the guys who has joined us had a bad case of Delhi Belly. Street food for all when drunk! I was fine.
We got bundled into one of the smallest cars I have ever seen and sent on our way. Delhi is massive. After two hours of driving we were still in the city and the road was slowly turning into a river. A mini-monsoon hit the city. Cracks of lightning played in chorus with claps of thunder and the rain provided the snare drum.
The adventure had begun. Our driver, sheesh, decided against the main highway and so left off at an alarming rate down the side of the Ganges. One hundred Km per hour along a single track road. With on coming traffic. He did not care. Ray and I occupied the left hand side of the car and felt toe-curlingly close to landing in the sodding river on countless occassions; this is India after all.
We drove for what felt like forever. Then into view popped the himilayas.
Our driver took us to a communal area for foreigners, a nice break after living in the streets of Old Delhi.
High up on a mountain side our hotel providces views that would accomodate the higher classes in the alps. But these are the himilayas and the river we are looking at, although polluted, is still one of the most holy in the world.
The Ganges stinks. I know. I went white water rafting down the bloody thing and jumped in, aswell as pushing paul in at one point. He he he.
Anyway. This place rocks myself and Ray have already embraced the culture -going commando in baggy nepalese pants- and we are all chilling.
All we hjave to now is figure out how to get to our next port of call. Manali. Apparently this is like India's northern equivalent to Goa. I like the north. The people are more than friendly and they smile. You can breath the air without feeling as though you are constricted and it is fun.
Hope you are all well and I will speak to you all soon.
