A day around Delhi

18. 2.19

We were awake til gone midnight with the idiot in the next room on his phone, people upstairs moving furniture and the ‘I just called to say I love you’ remix from the lift.

At 6.20am I politely asked the people across the hall to be quiet as they had been banging the door, talking very loudly +and their child was running around shrieking outside our door.

Went back to sleep and neither of us woke until nearly 10am. We obviously needed it.

We explored day trips with drivers yesterday but you’re at the mercy of where they get the best commission, their time keeping and Delhi traffic.

We’ve spent enough time in cars to last a life time recently.

So we made our own itinerary, with the help of a great blog that we found, we bought a one day metro ticket for 200 rupees each and set off.

The metro is spotlessly clean, and relatively simple to work out.

Our first stop Chandi Chowk. Apparently full of fab eateries, just in time for brunch and the Paranthe Wali Gali street, legendary for deep fried paratha bread.

The reality was extreme poverty, women and children sitting along the street, one child playing happily with a broken dolls head will stay in my mind.

It was crazy, noisy chaos and our map couldn’t find Paranthe Wali Gali and we could hear a protest going on.

Someone told us that Old Delhi is pretty much closed today with protesters.

We got back on the metro to Patel Chowk. A 20 minute walk along big clean wide roads brought us to Gurudwala Bangla Sahib Sikh Temple Complex.

It was every bit as fabulous as we had read about.

We were directed to the Foreign Tourist Area where we had to remove shoes and were given scarves to cover our hair.

Our guide explained about the Sikh ideals and gave us a tour inside the temple.

We were shown their holy book which is removed each morning and returned to its ornate resting place each evening.

Then we were shown the eating area, kitchens and foodstore. Everyone is welcome to have a meal there regardless of their faith.

At the end of our tour we asked if we could eat there and were taken back and shown what to do. Chapatis have to be received with both hands, as taking one looks like you’re grabbing. We were given a metal tray and dahl and potato curry were brought along.

The cooking and food serving is done by volunteers. The food was delicious. You can have as much as you like. An old man next to me had taken plastic bags to take some home for his tea.

From there we walked to Rajiv Chowk metro as it was slightly nearer and walked along the huge Parliament Road where there are huge banks, Police Headquarters etc and went past Nandos and other western venues to a market area where we were told clothes are great value and better quality than our bazaar street. There were some lovely things but nowhere to risk trying anything on.

A couple of guys told us we must go into the Government Tourist Office nearby even though we protested that we have maps and know where we are going. They hovered and watched so we went in just to keep them happy. Once inside we were greeted like long lost friends and encouraged to sit down. No idea what it was all about but we left pretty sharpish.

We then got another metro, changed lines to Khan Market to go to Lodhi Gardens, about 20 minutes walk from the metro.

This area was very smart, with designer shops on small streets, and chain brands including Accessorize, Body Shop, L’Occitane and even M & S.

We saw many Europeans, Asians and wealthy looking Indians here and shortly after we were walking along another huge road, with imposing houses and some Embassies along it.

Lodhi Garden was superb.

Apologies for so many photos, I have loads more!

More info here

https://www.inditales.com/lodhi-garden-walk-new-delhi/

From here we decided to make our way back to our base in Bazaar Street, and did go slightly
wrong with where we got off the metro. But easily sorted by changing lines and we were soon back in the chaos.

We had dinner nearby, once again we saw a desert called Hello to the Queen on the menu. We googled it. Vanilla ice cream, biscuit crumbs, banana, caramel. Not sugar free but we have walked 14km so we deserve it.

It was ok, no caramel, pieces of cheap biscuit, but the ice cream, banana and chocolate sauce was good.

Tomorrow we are going to visit the other places on our list.

We thoroughly enjoyed today, so glad we didn’t give up on Delhi and have seen what else it has to offer.

We realise just how huge Delhi is, we covered just a very small part of the yellow metro line today.

Really looking forward to more escapades here tomorrow.

More Delhi travels

19.2.19

We were up and about a bit earlier this morning, first stop the metro to buy more one day tickets and receive 50 rupees each deposit on yesterdays.

We ventured off to the Lotus Temple, which is a Bahai temple set in beautiful gardens. We weren’t allowed to take photos inside.

From there we got off at INA station to go to Dilli Haat handicraft and food market which is right by the metro exit.

We did it in this order because we read about all the food stalls and that there is almost a stall for every states cuisine across India.

Never mind the handicrafts, we cut straight through to the food!

We we very pleased to opt for Odishas food, a state in the east of India.

Really tasty and excelllent espresso coffee too.

We started a tradition of buying xmas decorations from places we’ve visited a few years ago so we had to buy this. He will look fab next to our kangaroo with his xmas hat.

To seek revenge on our Turkish neighbour and his noisy windchimes we bought these cute elephants.

The crafts there were fabulous, free from hassle,tuk tuks and beggars. Really well worth a visit.

Our next stop involved quite a long walk after Green Park station that ended with getting lost inside a gated community where some building work was going on, some birds were having lunch and a stunning temple and tomb buildings sat on the side of the road.

Back on track we found Hauz Khas which is what we had been looking for. Fabulous architecture, very similar to yesterdays tombs and very popular with young posers getting fodder for their Instagram accounts, having a sneaky fag, or a romantic smooch.

Surrounding the complex were several high end boutiques and really expensive roof top bars and restaurants.

We worked out that if we hurried we could just about fit in the last thing on our list and got a tuk tuk back to Green Park station. We went from yellow line, to violet line to blue line like locals and from our last stop Akshardam station it was a short walk to Akshardam Temple.

What a drama. You are not allowed to take anything inside except a clear water bottle or ladies purse. Adamant I wasn’t leaving my mobile phone I hid it in my pants and got through the bag search but lost my nerve when we saw there was a full security search later on, so it was either not go in or leave our bags at the locker room.

I almost felt sick and had separation anxiety watching my bag and phone being replaced with a metal disc!

The queues were horrendous, several lines separated by metal barriers with officials putting rope barriers across. Every time they opened a section it was like watching a herd of wild animals running and pushing until they reached the next queue, security scan.

It took almost an hour to get through both.

The Hindu temple opened in 2005, and is the 3rd largest in the world.

It’s certainly impressive but the queuing and leaving your bags ruined it for us. No idea why that level of security is necessary.

These images are from Google.

I did manage to take this one from the metro station of it lit up as we were leaving.

Back to our Old Delhi area and time for dinner at a cafe not far from our hotel.

The noise in the hotel is worse than ever tonight. Mr Arguing on his phone til all hours has been replaced by a group of very loud men in and out, in and out and a load of glass bottles and very loud tv. Great.

John reported them to the night guy at 11.30pm, he did speak to them, but it’s made no difference, if anything it’s worse. I had to watch tv on my tablet with the volume up high with headphones until 1.30am to try and drown out their noise.

Booking. Com have been great, I sent the photos of the rubble alleyway, reported the fact that the double rooms are not on the ground floor, that the stated kitchenette, tea making facilities, soundproofing, hairdryer, iron, bathrobe and seating area don’t exist. I also sent noise recording clips and within 2 hours 25 euro have been credited to my bank account.

It doesn’t compensate, but they have promised to update the room details and hopefully others won’t be fooled into booking here.

Can’t wait to checkout of this place!