Hot in New Dehli Tonight

I like flying. I even like turbulance. I dont mind the enclosed space. But I will say I was less than reassured when I got on Cosmic Air flight N630 and my seat kept falling apart. I don't usally have problems with my super strength (jim hulk smash!) so imagine my surprise when the entire armrest came off in my hand. My tray table was taped up and I found if I leant back even the slightest amount my chair would recline all the way back to horizontal which made the G-forces of takeoff rather hard to resist as I leant foward gripping the remaining armrest as we launched ourselves in the thunder and lightning of a tropical thunderstorm. The entire cabin was lined with advertising for two minute noodles and with the rattling progress, the cheap grey vinal seats and florescent strip-lighting flickering on and off, it was very like flying through a storm in a subway car.

Delhi - "Captial city! in both meanings of the word" so says my taxi driver

If I drank five bottles of water an hour I would still be thirsty....it's that damm hot. And although I hate to break the image you all must have of me being a forever chic, graceful and collected young woman I'm sweating like a geriatric rickshaw driver, I smell terrable, have hairy hippy legs and have a big blister in my toe which I have named Mitch Bucanan. So pretty normal.
The heat is amazing and so is Delhi. Its like Nepal times 100. Everything is more; more traffic, more dogs, more cows, more cars, more beggers (ironicly with less limbs) more heat, more dirt and more being yelled at by everyone. Yay! its awsome. Things are intensified....that's not just a bad smell, that's the WORST smell you ever smelt. I wandered about this morning to enjoy a Masala Dosa which is the traditional street vendor breakfast offering. A big crispy pancake filled with masala spiced potatos and onions then folded and served with coconut chutney and "mystery orange stuff" which i took a big bite of and almost blew my head off.Future note to self: if its bright red or orange proceed with caution. Which is why the sweet lassi was on hand. Lassi comes in salted or sweet variteys and is basically a big glass of runny drinkable yogurt, at the fancier places its sprinkled with chopped pistachios.
Gotta work out this railway system if I want to succesfull take a 25 hour train to Goa. I dont really relish the idea of getting that wrong and relising it 23 hours into the trip.

Well I'm off to wander again, these beggers won't beat themselves