23 hours and one lost bag later, we finally made it to our hotel in Delhi. Although we waited for an hour and a half on the runway in Paris because of luggage issues, they still managed to lose the luggage of 1/3 of the passengers, including Sara's. Hopefully it arrives some time tomorrow. On the plus side our hotel is baller status.
I was expecting the included breakfast at the hotel to be the standard fresh fruit and cold cuts fare that you usually get at hotels, so we were very pleasantly surprised to find out that it was an expansive buffet. All kinds of juices, omelets, waffles, sausage, bacon, etc. I however opted for the awesome Indian options and had Chole (chickpeas) Bhature (deep fried naan) with a side of curry chicken. It was like Kabob Palace for breakfast!
To say that Old Delhi is "an attack on the senses" is an understatement. We walked down the main road, Chandni Chowk, from the metro station straight to the Red Fort, weaving in and out of car/bus/rickshaw/tuktuk/bike/scooter/dog/cow/people traffic as best we could.
Since our city tour tomorrow only covers an outside pit stop at the Red Fort, we made it our priority to check it out today along with the rest of Old Delhi. Admission is 250 rupees for foreigners and 10 for Indians! I soon realized that's because the outside wall is much more impressive than what's on the inside. Still glad we went in though. We took the lead from the locals and sat in a shaded grass area and had ourselves an impromptu picnic amongst all the chipmunks.
We decided to get off the main roads and walk back to the metro through the alleys of the Bazaar expecting them to be more peaceful. Ha! Even there you can't go 20 feet without a moped coming straight at you with the horn in full blast. I enjoyed it but I think it was getting to be a bit too chaotic for the girls. I might have to go back and explore solo.
Got back to the hotel to find out that Sara's suitcase won't get to Delhi until Monday. We're supposed to depart for Jaipur Monday... Air France, you're the absolute worst.
I always aim to eat where the locals eat when I travel. However, while walking through Old Delhi it became clear that it was not gonna be easy to discern what spots we should try and which would put us out of commission, so we asked a guy at the hotel for recommendations. He gave us a couple and then looked at us and asked just how authentic we wanted to go. We told him all the way and so he sent us to Karim's.
When we got there they sat us with two locals who were already well into their meal. We exchanged pleasantries and then they walked us through what we should and shouldn't order. We ended up getting butter chicken, mutton quorma, and chicken curry accompanied by naan and tandoori roti. It all came with a couple of serving spoons and no silverware, which was fine with me since it was all just finger licking good!
After that awesome dinner we walked back to the main street through a different part of the bazaar. The place was filled with street food vendors cooking all kinds of things, including chicken feet. The girls enjoyed this part of the bazaar a lot better. I think a lot of that had to do with the random pet goat we saw. After all, as Sara and I learned last year in Morocco, goats are super cool and very underrated.