DELHI!

Namaste all! Alright to paint the picture: Right now I am sitting in a coffee place called "Café Coffee Day" They are all over Delhi. I look like absolute garbage because it is 110 degrees.  There was a table of four Indian guys next to me and every time I looked up for like the past twenty minutes they would all be staring at me and then they would see me look over and start giggling. I find this hilarious because there is dust and sweat caked to every crevice of my body right now. 

 

Yesterday I moved into my new digs in central Delhi. I'm staying at guest hotel just south of Connaught Place (if you want to look it up on a map). I moved in yesterday afternoon and have been exploring the city since. First off, I'm flying solo now as my travel sisters have moved to Rohtak to continue researching for Kavita. Yesterday I took the metro, which was really nice, not to crowded surprisingly (it's relatively new) and super cheap. Something like 6 rupees each way (48 rupees = 1 USD). Otherwise I've been traveling by auto rickshaws which are basically glorified scooters. They are pretty cheap also and I take them for longer trips. The two markets that I've been frequenting for clothes, books, supplies for my internship have been G.K. M and N.  Both have loads of westerners (and by loads I mean maybe 1 for every 500 Indians), and nice shops where I don't have to barter.

A lot has gotten lost in translation as I've been interacting with various people, but I am picking up more and more Hindi and nothing too disastrous has happened yet. Like I said, I start my internship tomorrow. Can't wait to update everyone on what that entails, can't wait to find out myself!

The room I have is great! It is the first place I've stayed with warm water in the shower which is pretty great. I almost ended up in the red light district last night when I was out and about which was terrifying. Ok, now I'm just rambling. Wait, one last thing, the guy who brings tea to my room and food is adorable. I think he might be one of the only people in the place that speaks english and that's why they always send him. His name is Abaw or something... he always insists on putting sugar in my tea himself, even though I tell him I can do it. He also stares at my ankles...lol oh god this trip is incredible.