Delhi is batshit crazy

Delhi is full-on batshit crazy. The sensory overload from all the sights, sounds, smells and 16 million jostling people is intense. We went all over the place today and I took a wild bicycle rickshaw ride through the spice markets of Old Delhi.

If I had to put a number to it, I would say that at least 25% of Indians in Delhi are far more attractive than 100% of everyone in Canada. These people are ridiculously gorgeous. I was not expecting that.

Although I am merely an ugly Canadian, I keep being mistaken for an Indian woman in my new garb. I was not made to wear a gown into Asia's largest mosque, while the rest of my similarly garbed crew were. I look Punjabi, to be specific. I keep getting hugged by security guards and shopkeepers and handed candies. Beggars ignore me. My co-travellers are a bit envious.

Our train to Agra leaves at 5:15am. Yikes!