We spent an exhausting night on a non-sleeper bus to Delhi, where – at 4:00am, we had to bargain our way through money thirsty Rickshaw drivers from the empty bus-station to the New Delhi train station where our train was
India – Day 9 – Delhi – Jama Masjid, Red Fort, Rama Krishna and my dad
I had a few hours to kill before my dad’s arrival to the Delhi Paharganj hell-hole. Same bullshit with that main bazaar road every time I step outside. I pick up a rickshaw, an English speaking guy comes up quickly