Even Delhi has its own charm 16, Aug. 17. The controls are at the airport in Leh were long and heavy, due to the unrest in Kashmir were more severe than usual. The flight went well, the plane rises from Leh, it makes a big turn in the mountains and passes above the confluence with the Indus Zanskar. It 's always exciting to go to the Himalayas.
Arrival in Delhi rejected by the unbearable hot and humid monsoon season, I'm tired and a bit 'sad. Luckily I asked Sanjeev to send me a car, it costs a bit 'more, but are very glad to not have to find a taxi and have a hotel booked. In
hotel I take a shower and try to relax a bit '. After a couple of hours, despite the air conditioning and fan, I feel sticky, the head is a balloon and I still have all my hair wet.
I go out and go to the Main Road in Karol Bagh, I'll drink from the Raffles, I eat a bit 'of pastries and I feel better already. At the bottom is not so hot, in the end you're not so bad. Within a couple of shops that I know well, I feel at home here. Seeking in vain for henna. When I lost hope by now I look up and the building in front of me on the first floor a sign reads: TINA S BEAUTY SALOON. This well-hairdresser will tell me where to get the henna. I go up and decide to do the tint on the spot, I decide for a pedicure, which I much needed after so many days of walking. Hygiene is not some of our levels, indeed, but I am comfortable there. The living room is large with several chairs, mirrors, coffee tables, but brown is the color of the walls, the towels are black (Ikea), everything is very dark, also the tools that are used, brushes, combs, nail files, abrasive stones are dark and some are not washed or disinfected frequently. They use them, do not die, I'll use it too. Before henna made a vigorous head massage with oil, it makes me much good. Then I applied the henna and spend a couple of hours rough shampoo and rinse. The fold, if you can call me a comb is made with barely past the surface of hair and lasts no longer than 5 minutes. Okay, I go out. My hair is still wet, but I feel good, I feel reborn, I feel perfectly integrated.
A firm step back to Raffles, and because I like a modern restaurant where you meet a few tourists. I'll do a soup and a chicken tikka. I eat Indian food and two Indian boys in front of me eating a plate of spaghetti. On the side I have a family of Sikhs, men with large and showy large turbans, women in their elegant prosperous punjabj colored.
Esco, and already dark, jump on the first Rishi and I do bring to the hotel.
Today I had an appointment with Raaj (friend of AAZ) and I was all day with him. Very interesting, I still feel more integrated, an excellent lunch at a restaurant in Connaught Place byriani with chicken and paneer, yogurt and beer (Raaj is a Hindu and eats meat, Sanjeev is a Christian and a vegetarian, this is India). Then in a department store to buy the latest things. One of the home Raaj and chitchat about life in India's past, the future.
Now I'm back at the hotel, despite its climate Delhi also gave me very heavy and I regret leaving, but this time I get back home again, then we'll see.
