Okay, day #1 down.....and boy was it interesting. I ventured out to two markets via auto rickshaw (which is a tiny open air 3 wheel motorized buggy). That alone was a crazy experience given the insane traffic and the way people drive here (makes NYC look beyond mellow). The cost was 30 rupiees (and that included a stop at the atm) which equals about 70cents. At first the driver got confused and tried to drop me off at some really scary location...and I kept showing him the address where I wanted to go and I finally got there. However, it wasn't quit the "high-end" shopping experience I was prepared for! So I found myself another auto rickshaw and headed for Khan Market--which is where apparently many ex-pats and diplomats go. That too was surprisingly "overwhelming" to me. Not exactly sure what was to blame, the jet-lag or what was truly anxiety:-) But one thing for sure is that my built- in GPS spa system kicked in ..so magically I found one right away and treated myself to an awesome facial for $12!!!! Naturally that did the trick and put me at ease. Afterwards I was trying to find a restaurant for lunch but to no avail. Everything was "booked" and ended up having to go to some cheesy "western style" restaurant. Did a bit of exploring the shops afterwards...but was just too knackered to really put the effort in to it.
When I got back to the hotel, basically past out and woke up to a lovely veg dinner prepared for me. Anyone that knows me, knows I am not the most adventurous eater (to say the least), but I was a trooper and managed to eat a little of everything (and there were some funky things).
So today I am going to be having lunch and then some shopping with Heidi and Darren's friend Tarunn and his wife--which I am so thrilled about!!
Until later.....
Sounds like you are off to a great start!! XO,Linda
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Hope everything is well. Have fun!!!!
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Dayna,
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