Bought some very questionable "Ray Bans" while taking in the India Gate for 100 rupees. After that everyone in a five mile radius offered to sell us everything from postcards to a kidney. A lady with a glare that I honestly believe could punch through steel at 20 paces grabbed my hand and let me know I was getting henna done. Worth it. I look fly as hell.
We meet a super nice guy while we were walking around trying to find our way to the Golden Temple, talked a bit about our trip and his home country of Nepal, and he helped us barter our next rickshaw down to about a fifth of what we've been paying. He says he'll marry me in another life, and I think future me could do much worse.