Blowing horns in Incredible India

Oh yes, ladies and gentlemen: your favourite heroes (finally) made it to...INDIA!!

We arrived in Delhi very early the morning of the second of December (I will now light a candle on this date every year) and after a quick nap we left the hotel armed with a small hindi vocabulary ("no thanks", "no" and "thanks") and still sleepy/jetlagged/confused/amazed and the like. As soon as we try to consult THE book (for the pagans: the lonely planet guide), a very nice man approaches us and advises us to go to the Tourist Information Centre. And so we find ourselves, as guided by a power bigger than ourselves, in a Tuc-Tuc in the middle of Delhi's traffic, and it is here that we have a glimpse of what we will recognise later on as a complete new set of rules in terms of driving.

Our visit to the Tourist office, which was supposed to provide us with some vague information about the city, restaurants, ways to travel through india, etc., made instead sure that we would leave for Rajastan the day after with a full package far ten days (and then booked trains and flights for later on till christmas). We are still pazzled about how exactly that happened, and we also read that Indian people can be pushy, but still...I remember getting angry and trying to stop the inevitable process, not wanting to take out my card...i sincerely don't know! The sure thing is that the morning of the 3rd our personal driver Lucky was waiting for us outside the hotel and we left for Rajastan!