After a few days of getting our feet when in India, it was time for our first day of the official Himalayan Heroes tour. This meant meeting the people we were going to be spending the next couple of weeks with. It's always nerve wrecking meeting random people that you are going to be with 24 hours a days for 2 weeks. What if they are jerks or boring or even worse what if they find you boring or weird. Up until this point we only had a few names and the countries that they hailed from. Glen, Phil, and Duncan were British and Jonny was a Kiwi. That's all we had to go on haha.
We did some quick introductions over breakfast and instead of resting Charlie and I decided to join them to sight see in Old Delhi. Although we had just done this tour the day before, we decided it was important to get to know these dudes. Plus we could possibly show them around. I liked them from the get go. Funny and chatty was just the perfect company to keep a light fun trip!
After some very confusing conversations with not enough common language to communicate we secured 2 Tuk tuks to give us a ride to the city center. The pictures do some justice but just imagine a vehicle suited for two adults only pack in an extra body to make it a truly entertaining experience.
Once we got into the center of it all we decided that a rickshaw pedal tour was the way to go. And holy hell was it a gas. These guys had no fear as they pedaled there way into motorized traffic. Just pouring sweat in the mid day sun. I honestly felt bad for them. We are sitting back looking around as these guys are carting us around with fixed gear bicycles.... just crazy. They took us to many of the places I spoke of going in my last post only this time we decided to buy a bunch of spices and a few other small things.
The craziest part of the day was that at one point we just had them stop on what seemed like the busiest intersection of town. Just blocking all lanes of traffic. In the middle of all the maddness here are these tourists taking pictures of the red fort without having to get out of the tuk tuks... hahaha what assholes... Horns going off all around us people yelling and shaking their fists and in the middle of it all us on carts snapping pictures. I honestly though we were just going to get hit ending our trip the minute it began.
All this excitement worked us up an appetite and unfortunately without someone with us to make recommendations we were worried about getting sick so, embarrassingly we ate McDonalds. We all figured as we went on we would get more adventurous but none of us wanted to start the trip shitting ourselves.
Upon return we all cooled off and did some max relaxation poolside. This is when Duncan started to teach us the sport of Cricket. He had his bat and had the hotel find him a ball. I think they came back with a tennis ball but alas it was enough to teach Charlie to hit. We would have sat out all night but the mosquitos started hunting us. Our guide Moti hurried us inside and we were confused until he explained the dangers or dengue fever in the region. That was enough for us to hear and in we went. Although I did spend the next few days terrified that one of those bites was going to lead to misery of dengue.
As our luck would have, and how it would continue on this trip, our plane was cancled and we would have to be up at 230am to bus it all the way to Manali. But that is a story for next time...