The Travel Trip

Green, yellow, orange, pink, blue…all these ultra bright colors hit you from everywhere. The clothes, stores, advertising, shoes, buildings and bangles the women wear mix to form a psychedelic kaleidoscope that is the country called India. I’m not a morning person and all these colors have made me feel like I’m on a drug trip. I arrived at 7am in Delhi, after being on a 24 hour flight.  This meant I was not really feeling the incredible India vibe. The soothing voice that sings the little jingle of ‘Incredible India’ on the ads turned into a blaring annoyance.

I arrived at the hotel Delhi India and was greeted by 3 incredibly happy Indian men. I went straight to my room and crashed out. After some what recovering, I went to explore the heart of Delhi, Connaught Place. My guide book told me that this was the hub of India, but it’s a tourist trap now. I still hadn’t woken up enough for the all that was coming at me. So, after grabbing a bite to eat, I decided that all of this whole incredible ‘India’ thing is not going to capture me until I get some more sleep, but I had to pick up Tara at the airport.

Still feeling groggy for having to be up so early, I was waiting for the ‘Incredible India’ like a boxer expecting a punch in the face. But that wasn’t happening. My head was sticking out, face poised and ready…but no punch yet.

What amazed me at times in India, was how these magnificent historical monuments appeared out of nowhere. Just like the cows walking down, up and across the streets without people, cars or bicycles paying any attention or giving any recognition to them. The monuments are given no grand introduction and just appear. Like the Jama Masjid, the biggest mosque in India is no different or the Lal Qila. Both of these are massive statements in history and size, but cannot be seen until relatively close up. The Taj Mahal is the same. I thought I’d be able to see the Taj Mahal from miles away, that it would dominate everything around it. But, nope. Even when you are at the site, you still cannot see it until you enter the compound. It’s completely hidden by the soft red sandstone walls around it. Then all of a sudden ‘Woosh!’ there it is, right in front of you.

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Posted on November 25th, 2009 by admin
Filed under: Travel