First post

During the flight we follow our progress on the inflight map.. it takes us over a mountain range (part of himalayas?) Wonder if we'll see a peak rising above the thick white clouds. Dawn, and deep furrows, ridges become visible.. smooth, pinky orange snow shines in the morning sun. Jagged brown rocks and dark blue valleys in perfect detail. We see huge plateaus and cloud lakes. It is breathtakingly beautiful.
Land suddenly in thick fog thinking we were still in the clouds. Get a taxi number from inside the airport and expect just to find our vehicle and leave. Not so. There are hundereds of people who descend on us as soon as we step out. There is a clamour of horns beeping and we are told we have the wrong number many times. Our taxi is no-where to be seen! We head straight back into the airport to avoid the confusion if nothing else and are kindly led to our taxi by someone we hope we can trust. Even so it is hard to keep track of him. But finally we are in, letting fate decide.
Now it is like time speeds up. The fog adds to the bizarre journey into the Paharganj, seems like the world is on fire somewhere. Fast along the busy roads, bewilderment reigns.. crumpled buildings, corrugated huts where people (at home here) wash by the roadside. Cricket is being played in feilds of rubble and cows loom through the fog. It is like being thrown into someone else's dream. Women carry huge piles of logs on their heads, monkeys sit in trees. There is no order to the traffic just a rush forwards and continuous blaring of horns.
We tip our driver and step out into the Paharganj, Main Bazaar.... (should be Main Bizaare!)