Delhi, India

We flew into Delhi and stayed at an unique guesthouse on the Main Bazaar road.  Oddly, each room featured it’s own fish tank; however, it had an impressive rooftop restaurant for all the backpackers to congregate -- we met the nicest guy from Afghanistan who had positive feelings about what the American troops were accomplishing there.  

Delhi had a much more modern feel than Mumbai, with grand avenues and new high rises.  We visited the Red Fort and had the strangest tourist experience: flocks of people hounded US for pictures!  (Usually we’re the ones trying to snap pictures of local people).  I didn’t mind it at first, but it got old fairly quickly (it’s hard to enjoy the sights when everyone is gawking at you and asking for pictures like you’re a sideshow).  Ken loved it though and was much more gracious with taking loads of pictures as “that tall white guy.”  We had an entertaining afternoon shopping along the Main Bazaar; simply walking down the street was half the thrill.  That evening we hopped a four hour train to Jaipur in Rajasthan.  We expected the worst not knowing the class of our tickets, but the ride was so pleasant: we had an entire 6-person berth all to ourselves!