We went for our first cycle in Delhi at the ungodly hour of 6 am this morning. It needed to be that early because otherwise we would’ve been riding for our lives. Cycling in Delhi is sheer bedlam. But in chaos there is order, and once you find the rhythm you find yourself slipping in and out of traffic with ease.  It’s actually exhilarating,  and not a little freaky.

You also get to see another side of India.  If you bother to look you start to notice the respect, the care, the pride, and a different side of India emerges. We stop by the side of the road to see some men bring bananas to some monkeys because it’s good karma. It’s not their job, they just do it. Imagine loading your car up with food and taking it upon yourself to do that?

We’re feeling a little like rockstars here though, as everywhere we go, people want to take photos of us. I thought that was very strange but apparently a lot of Indians are tourists themselves, so having a photo with somebody who’s white and who they would never normally see is a big thing. I made the mistake of posing with a young man with a handshake and next thing you know, everyone wanted a photo shaking hands with me! It’s weird, but who doesn’t like to be adored 🙂

A five hour train ride puts us in Jaipur late at night. Tasha and I decided to be impulsive and go for a hot balloon ride in the morning which meant a very early 5 am start to get up so we could see sunrise over the hills. I am a little sleep deprived, but this was an impulse worth giving in to.