Back at the Navrang for $3.00 a night. Back to its peeling walls and stained pillows and blankets that are filthy to touch. The Navrang’s rooms have always reminded me of the kind of place that Colonel Kurtz would have stayed before he descended into madness on his way up the Nung River.
Out the ally and across the street, it’s back to the rooftop restaurant that I’ve eaten at so many times before. Eggs, potatoes, toast, and a coffee for $2.50. And a decent view looking down Main Bazaar, to the crowded streets and millions of colours, smells, and faces, four stories below.
Delhi took a while to grow on me. But it did.
Every morning, fresh fruit on the corner. The selection was better in the summer, but it’s still decent. And they’ll chop it all right in front of you to make a nice salad. Down the street, just past the bazaar’s main junction, you can pick up some of the best pasticcios I’ve ever tasted. The same stall is the only place in Para Ganj where I’ve found bottled water kept on ice.
It’s a lot cooler here now. I’m writing this in the early afternoon and with the sun on my back, I guess that it’s about 15C. The air feels a lot cleaner than when I last visited. Although in June, it was so hot that just getting out of bed in the morning left you dripping with sweat, which I guess when compared with that, almost anything seem clean. Regardless, the climate feels perfect here this time of year. Sipping my coffee in the gentle sun while a cool breeze blows through my t-shirt, I’ve got nothing to complain about.Social tagging: delhi > india > travels