Feeling out of place as we wait for our luggage at Delhi Airport. In case you can’t find me, I’m the only blonde LOL. After we check in to our hotel we make our way to try and find a pharmacy as my throat is very sore.
We really tested the Lord as we in faith tried to cross streets in unbelievable traffic with no side walks or traffic lights, just a free for all, with people everywhere and parents sending small children dressed in rags to tug at your clothes and heart begging for money. And we think Times Square is busy?
In the middle of all this confusion there was a Nigerian diplomatic Rolls Royce right next to the Indian rickshaw with someone begging. Quite an extreme!
After finding our “Medical Store” and buying some throat lozenges we decide to ride a rickshaw back to the hotel maybe that would be safer! The driver asked John if I was a drug addict because he knew we were looking for a “Medical Store” LOL It may have been safer to walk back! All part of the Indian experience.
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