Thursday, June 03, 2010

Heat

I expected breakdowns during the trip due to many other reasons other than heat. Heat is a scary thing that can drive you dead, literally. Maybe you call it a stupid move, which i thought so too, we headed out to explore Delhi smack right in the noon on boiling 40 degree celcius day, note, on FOOT.

After walking for an hour, not anywhere near our destination, i raised the white flag and retreated back to the sunless arms of our guesthouse. You may think that it was a stupid move to give up after walking for so long and actually, we were reaching our destination, just that the roundabouts messed up K's sense of direction and misled us just too many times. But i was on the verge of fainting and i didn't want to risk fainting on the freaking dusty streets of Delhi and not to mention ending up in the dubious hospitals here so i threw a temper and marched all the way back, trying to get out of the sun as soon as possible. I was seriously hoping god could bestow me the gift of teleportation or lightning speed the whole journey back to the guesthouse. Without a doubt, god ignored my prayers. So i had to walk through the treacherous Pahar Ganj road feeling faint, with my skin aging and my foot melting by the second.

Finally, after what felt like a year, we reached our guesthouse which never felt so welcoming before. I broke down after him saying that i could just stay in the room and do whatever i want. It was really hurting at that moment when i heard that. I thought he would understand and ask if i were okay but he said those words instead. I knew i went overboard skipping the metro museum which was right infront of us, but i believe i didn't deserve that treatment. He said his piece and went off, leaving me in the room, crying stupidly. The heat really overwhelmed me.

He apologized in the end, but i refused to budge because you can say that i'm too sturborn. I really needed my sister then. I've became extremely reliant on my sisters whenever it comes to any decision making or problems i encounter, so naturally, i complained to them when i got the chance to. Fiona asked me to forgive him since he apologized and he's probably as frustrated as i am, imagine 2 sturborn people trying to do things their own way. I did what she said 2 days later. Alicia asked me to thank him for taking good care of me, which i never told him because he didn't really deserve this compliment right then.

Let's hope there won't be anymore breakdowns for the remaining part of this trip. Fingers crossed.

Anyways, pictures below taken in N.Delhi. That was kinda the summary of whatever i've taken in Delhi except for those heading to and from the train station. It was really damn hot i didn't dare to venture out.

Roof top view from our guesthouse. Damn dusty, not a nice/ ideal place to hang out.

Treacherous journey out to the street from our guesthouse.
I honestly hate that walkway.
 It's like you'll never know when you're gonna lose balance and fall face down onto the pool of cattle shit.

Walkway into guesthouse.
 Consolation, i mastered the skill of trekking those pipes and saved myself from accidents.
 But it's effing dirty still.
 I don't like Delhi.
Period.

India Gate, the morning before we left for Heaven (Kashmir).
The only sight-seeing we bothered to do cause it's on the way to the airport.

Oh. These are the crazy singhs who bothered to protest on a crazily boiling day.

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