Taking A Closer Look
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After breakfast we met up again with Mukesh, the driver who had waited patiently for us at Delhi airport.
Although Delhi was just our stop-over and we have both been there before, as with any vast and ancient city there is always plenty more to see. We had decided to spend the first day of our holiday just enjoying the pleasures of exploring the capital.
Our plan was to begin by visiting Chandni Chowk, the centuries-old market area, based around a very narrow and bustling street from which countless shop-lined alleyways and bazaars emerge.
But as Mukesh explained, during market hours the road was practically impassable by car. It was better that he take us to the Red Fort from where we could hire a bicycle-rickshaw, which could more easily navigate this byzantine maze of shopping opportunities.
Our first task was to find a suitable rickshaw cyclist and negotiate the rate.
Between us, Robin and I must weigh a combined total of about 150 kg (330 lbs). Many of the drivers looked far too old or frail to pedal such a load.
Mukesh carefully selected a younger cyclist: slight in build but with extremely hefty thighs which, despite his being very modestly dressed, visibly bulged through the legs of his trousers.
Just as carefully, to avoid distressing any reader of a sensitive disposition, I have cropped this picture to save you from the unnerving sight of such rippling leg muscles..
Our cyclist-driver also acted as a guide, pointing out buildings of interest, while gently guiding his rickshaw through the narrow streets, passing shop-keepers, tea-rooms and a small army of fellow cycle-rickshaws
It’s an amazing and exhilarating way to take a closer look at the city.
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Speaking as a woman of mature years who has spent many an hour both leading and following lycra clad racing cyclists, I feel cheated by your cropping of the picture…
I appreciate the beauty of your images. I want so much to go to Delhi to visit my friend Siddhartha and his family but I fear that infirmity might prevent that happening.
April 27, 2012 at 1:59 am
I thought the Courts had strictly instructed you to stop following those men in lycra, Ms Toffeeapple!
On a more serious note, I empathise with your dilemma over the practicalities of making the trip. Nowadays I never travel in India without either Robin or Anu beside me – they are my confidence.
Do hope you manage to visit Delhi again, despite infirmity. It’s such a wonderful city.. First, perhaps, you must find your own Anu or Robin!
April 27, 2012 at 6:37 am
You made me giggle.
I would have my Siddhartha but I should have to travel there alone to meet him.
April 27, 2012 at 8:22 pm
The London – Delhi flight is quite long, but it’s direct.
When you choose a daytime, and imbibe freely of the alcohol on offer, the I seem to remember the time passing quite quickly. (Though I don’t use that route any longer: it’s simpler for me to fly London to Cochin, via the Gulf)
As for the giggling, I suspect that’s always come very easily to you!
April 27, 2012 at 8:32 pm
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