Got to love the sweet taste of India

I'm writing to you from Delhi, India for the very first time. I haven't been travelling since my trip to Turkey this summer, to a beautiful small resort just outside of Olympus called Cirali. Endless beaches, fantastic fauna with hedgehogs and sea-turtles, and a magnificent bungalow on my mans bosses bill. Couldn't have asked for more.

So India. This will be interresting. As it turns out, the hostel we pre-booked seems to be someones permanent home with two-ish spare rooms, and the water here is only sporadic, which is probably an indian thing, but we still haven't had the chanse for a proper shower 24 hrs after arrival, and since we spent a day in Copenhagen on our way here, it's staring to get icky. Not to mention the fact that they didn't clean out our bathroom after the previous detendents. Really, they left soap-bars and toothpaste aswell as general dirt. This will be fun when our travel-stomachs kick in and we can't flush.

This place is really weird, I can't tell who lives here and not. The owner (?) was 40 minutes late for our pick-up, and when we finally arrived in what surprisingly turned out to be a living-room, he didn't intorduce the PJ-wearing woman as his wife, we were just left to assume she was. they offered us coffee from some cracked cups served by a scared-looking young girl who may have been their daughter or maid, then left the room. There is an old man roaming around and we're not sure he lives here. My man thinks he might be a german warlord who escaped after the holacaust and is now here in hiding. To me, he loks rather native, but we canhear him cough in the livingroom as if he was right here in the bedroom with us.

We're only planning on staying one more night. I'm running to have a shower now, because the toilet just flushed, which means I have to work fast.