Little green and yellow tuk tuks weave their way through. Battered buses crammed to the gunnels. Peddle cycles, motorcycles, all shapes and sizes randomly mount the steep curb to find a way round. An Elegant Lady in a pink beaded sari rides side saddle whilst holding onto a small child, A man with his wooden barrow full of melons walks with the traffic. Two young ladies carry huge hessian sacks on their heads. They walk so gracefully as if carrying small books.
As the sun sets on the dusty heat haze of Delhi and the planes fly overhead, I sip my tea bag tea and think of Darjeeling and wonder what a contrast it will be!