There isn't one adjective that can describe Delhi. If there were, it would have to be a word that combined chaos, pandemonium and mayhem. Everything about Delhi is an assault on the senses. People, cars, rickshaws, auto-rickshaws, cows, dogs, monkeys everywhere. Vendors line the trash-filled streets and squawk and holler trying to pedal their wares. Cattle and dogs graze on the trash in the street. Horns, bells, shouts fill the air. Early in the morning, after the vendors and shoppers have gone home for a couple of hours, lip service is paid to cleaning up. The trash is swept to the middle of the street and lit on fire. The lingering odor of burning trash is always present.
Right outside my hotel room window, a Hindu women's prayer group started singing, every night, at about 10:30 and didn't stop until well after 2 in the morning. I wish I could add audio to this post...I have a recording of it.
India is something that I can't describe. One needs to experience it for themselves.
The scene right outside my hotel window
Holy Cow! It's McDonalds
but you won't find a Big Mac here
McChicken is the sandwich of choice
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