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Delhi
India is different, you'll notice
that directly after arriving on Delhi airport. The airport is dark and gives a bit sloppy
impression. You see posters that warn you to inform the police in case of any harassing by
'touts' (don't worry if this word means nothing to you, this will change very soon!), and
posters that encourage everybody to smile. This last poster is not
very successful! The tourists are too much tired at four o'clock in the morning to enjoy
the frantic search for their boarding passes, apparently essential for entering India
(next flights we were prepared and kept all our boarding passes, of course nobody asked
for them ever again). Also the returning Indian people look not to happy while opening
their nicely packed gifts, which seem to be particularly suspicious to the customs
officers.
Freshly arriving from the Western World you need some time to learn to behave as if this isn't your first time in India, very essential for survival in Delhi! One step out of your carefully from home reserved hotel, and everybody is volunteering to help you off off your money.
'Taxi, sir?'
'Autoriksja, sir?'
'Want to go shopping, sir?'
'No, no, that way no shops open, please follow me, show you good shopping!'
'Much too far to walk, sir!'
After you explained several times that you are neither interested in a taxi nor
shopping, shoe cleaners urge you to give your shoes a treat. Automatically you decline,
but they are not so easily disappointed (nobody is in India) and ask, anxiously pointing
at one of your shoes, if you're sure? We were pretty sure, but some other greenhorn
tourists walking right in front of us were not so sure, at least not when they noticed one
of their shoes to be covered with a carefully positioned piece of shit! Our Lonely Planet (from
here: LP) guide was warning us for these 'shoe scams', but when we read this at home we
judged it to be at least a bit exaggerated. You can imagine we really started worrying
when it took us less than half an hour to meet with our first scam!!!
We changed our mind and took the fourth auto riksja we met, the first one that agreed
after some bargaining to
a price only 3 times higher than the price stated in our Lonely Planet. We concluded that
inflation must be pretty bad in India, at least for tourists. Now we were able to enjoy
looking around in the spacious New Delhi, without worrying to give encouragement to all
kind of service providers! Only during stops for traffic lights beggars took their chance,
but luckily autoriksja drivers don't tend to stop for traffic lights unless absolutely
unavoidable - and absolutely unavoidable is stretched to unknown limits in India!
We arrived at 'Lal Qila', the Red Fort. Immense walls of red sandstone rise in front of
us; the walls are 33 meters high on the city side and have a total length of 2 km. Even before we were able to leave our auto riksja a mass of vendors
leaped upon us, armed with about everything you can think of (or not). In the meantime our
riksja driver kept worrying if he should not better wait for us. We didn't think that very
necessary, seeing the enormous amount of readily available auto riksja's just in front of
the Red Fort.
It was impossible to take a couple of seconds to let the massive Red Fort impress us,
and even when we left the Fort again with renewed courage, I didn't succeed in taking photographs worth looking at. So you
will have to wait till our visit at the Agra Fort,
were I was more successful - probably due to a considerable
increase in my ability to isolate myself completely from my surroundings! You better learn
quickly in India...
Once inside the walls of 'Lal Qila' and past the even here unavoidable
bazaar, we can relax a little bit. We found a very quiet spot and looked around in the
enormous garden. The garden was surrounded by lots of beautiful buildings. Within its
impressive walls the
'Lal Qila' is much more like a palace than like a fort. The Red Fort dates from 1640 and
was built by Shah Jahan, one of the so-called Mughal emperors (Moors), and a very busy one
as far as we can judge now by the number of buildings he created - you will see his name
again and again. His son Aurangzeb imprisoned him in Agra Fort. We have our (totally not
scientific based) theories concerning the even more powerful son, you can read about this
interesting subject in the Agra pages.
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