27 Dec 2015

India by bskinna

4/17

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We got a late start today because I couldn't mentally gear up for another morning without coffee and nowhere is open until 10. We tried for an English breakfast at the bakery below our Airbnb...It was pretty awful, but played almost exclusively 90s boy band ballads, so overall I give it a B.

After a short brush with death via tuk-tuk (equal parts thrilling and terrifying ) we got to the Qutub Minar complex. A quick note on Indian attraction admission- for the larger monuments there's a separate ticketing counter for foreigners. It's usually totally free of a line , which is rad, but about 10 times the cost, which is less so. Nowhere will cost you more then $5, so don't throw a fit. I'd also advise to carefully count your change. All three of us have been short changed a couple hundred rupees each time we've bought a ticket. A quick tap of your (lacking) money and a frown and they'll hand the rest over, no real fuss. I honestly have gotten a real kick out of the whole game- I respect the hustle.

We've been struggling to come up with a way to describe the Qutub Minar Complex in a way that really captures the experience. "Complex" brings to mind some gray faceless building, and this was anything but that. It was half garden and half historical ruins...some that are in near perfect condition and some just a few remaining pillars. The whole space was almost ridiculously compelling to me. I Laura Croft'd my ass through the grounds about 3 times (no easy feat, it's massive. There's probably around 15 tombs and three mosques on the property along with the tower). Combine that with a perfect seventy five degree sunny day, and you have a very happy Brittany.

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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.