The other big cats were too tired to entertain us and were just dozing on the grass.
Due to the terrorist attacks that Delhi suffers infrequently, the security at all touristy places and in particular the Underground is super strict with metal detectors, x-ray machines and pat downs. Travelling back from the main train station took an extra 15 minutes due to the huge queue of pissed off punters waiting for trains. I wanted to spread my wings a bit and travel. However in India that means a bus or train journey of at least 8 hours and my planned trip to the Taj Mahal in Agra was cut short after my slipped disc started kicking up a din again at the train station and the sight of peopel hanging out the windows and open doors before I'd even boarded put me right off so I traipsed back to the hotel for a nap and shower and then spent the remaing 4 days shopping and sightseeing.
My original hotel was booked from Greece on the Net and seemed cheap and cheerful, a place named Smyle Inn. Receptionist had a little fold down cot behind the desk and was quite helpful when I arrived at 4.30am an hour before check-in and told me to get my head down in the Internet cafe. Met two very bubbly Danish girls and second night in the hotel we sat up chatting to about 3 o'clock in the morning. Next day one of them told me that the guy from reception had enquired "was it good?" over breakfast and when she asked what he sniggered about me and them having a 3-some. I confronted him later the same day, saying he was rude and if he had a problem he should speak to me as the man in the equation and not embarrass the girls. Little bastard blustered and got defensive, threatening me with his boss coming to see me about the noise. When I'd finally got the point across (retrospectively I wish I'd simply thumped him) and shaken his hand he then casually tells me that the hotels is now full and I have to leave the following morning. I got a cheaper bed over the road and the staff there knew him and said that: a). I shouldn't take it personally as he's frustrated and does it all the time and
b). If I'd said THAT to an Indian woman the police would have given me a good hiding and put me in gaol.
Horses for courses.
Booked a flight to Moldova and a ripped, 20 year old paperback of The Fellowship of the Ring for the flight. Chisinau beckons.