Having missed my first flight (non-refundable - ouch) due to a phenomenal bureaucratic kerfuffle over my visa, I arrived a week late in Delhi.
Anxious to crack on with teaching at Bishop Cotton School, Shimla, I only had time for a lightning strike into the Heart of Delhi. You will notice from the photos the sheer speed of things. You will also notice superb rickshaws (three-wheelers often motorised but here pedal-powered). The movement of traffic in India has been likened to the way shoals of fish move. To the unaccustomed eye an accident is waiting to happen. However sound is as important as sight and the obligatory continual use of the horn, while irritating, is essential for self-preservation (wing-mirrors are frowned upon).
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