Managed to find a great place directly behind Jama Massid, the largest Mosque in India. It is a beautiful red sandstone structure with three huge domes, and two incredible minaretes. We ate dinner and drank coffee and tea on the roof last night. Watched the unending flow of bicycle rickshaws, vendors and goods haulers bustle through the streets.
I'm happy that we avoided staying in the tourist ghetto of Pahar Ganj.
We have a built in alarm clock, the call to prayer at 6:30 am and we always know which direction is west (pointing towards mecca), so that makes up for the fact that there are no Israeli hippies.
On the not so great side of things, my bag is missing. Air india is being a little less than helpful (I miss customer-centric service). Although it may have been missing on the United or Air Singapore flights. We'll find out in the next few days I hope.
Also found out that my poet/artist/friend from Berkeley, Carla Toth is dead. Apparently she was hit by a freight train, crossing the tracks in the early morning a day ago. Rest in peace Carla. We'll miss you.
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Jamie and Michele have rallied against all popular wisdom and good advice (again). Their visit to the indian continent should provide you with hours (if not minutes) of reading pleasures. Please sit back and relax as they selectively share their entanglements and stories of woe.
