Chandni Chowk is a maze of markets and bazaars in Old Delhi. Alleyways barely an armspan wide are packs with small shops. Vendors sell food from stands, and sometimes just from cooking pots in corners. We rode through it on a rickshaw (a.k.a. pedi-cab). At least until a policeman or security officer (didn't get a good look at his uniform) made us stop telling us the lane we were following became one-way… the opposite way. But we didn't really stop to shop or anything. In retrospect, that's a good thing because the guide would have gotten a kickback everywhere. Next time I'm in Delhi, I want to wander the streets of Chandni Chowk without a guide.
I don't plan to delete my LJ (I paid for permanent status, dammit), but this will be the last post. I don't plan to read it anymore, either…
Turns out my insurance is cut off at midnight tonight, not the end of the month. In a way, that's a good thing. Now I'll move my appointment…
A week off, but tomorrow I head to the home office for a week there.