Arriving in Delhi was a bit of a shock, the heat and humidity not helped by the fact that we had to take a half hour's taxi ride to get into the centre of Delhi. The sights and smells of the city were unbelivable along with the amount of car horns that were being used excessively. The Indian drivers seemed to think that an open road required the use of a car horn to fill it up. We sat on the side of the street with our bags for six hours whilst we waited for the bus that would take us to Manali. We took it in turns to go and explore the local area. We got to know that stretch of street quite well over time. We also discovered a McDonald's. It was actually a lot cleaner and the staff were friendlier and spoke better English than in some of their restaurants here in England. At seven o'clock we caught the bus that would eventually after a 16 hour bus journey take us Manali. On the bus we saw some extreme poverty as we were driving out of Delhi but that passed and we entered the hills as night fell. It was a scary experiance driving aroung hairpin bends in the pitch dark.
