Warren | Old Delhi, India
This passageway was filled with a continuous stream of people, bicycles and rickshaws. I waited over five minutes for this brief lull so I could step out into the street and grab a shot. I wasn't standing there 10 seconds before a rickshaw pulled up behind me and started honking. In Old Delhi, stopping anywhere means you're going to end up in someone's way. It's hard to appreciate this without experiencing it. Darla and I commented to each other on several occasions that no picture or video could ever convey what this is like.
The labyrinth of side streets and passageways in areas like Old Delhi and Paharganj necessitates the use of a GPS if one doesn't wish to become hopelessly lost. I had downloaded several different offline maps to my iPhone before leaving home. These proved convenient for train travel and essential during our daily ventures into the unknown, whether on foot or by rickshaw. I was surprised by the accuracy of the maps. Everything was always right where it was supposed to be.
All three of us brought iPhones which we used with Indian (AirTel) SIM cards purchased at the Delhi airport. It used to be very difficult for foreigners to get Indian SIM cards but that is no longer the case. It's a five minute process. For $20 per SIM card, we each got phone service for a month and 1 GB of data—PER DAY. That's 90 GB of data between the three phones. Verizon offered to hook us all up with a month of phone service and 4 GB of shared data for $900. And that $900 didn't get us Indian phone numbers, a prerequisite for signing up with services like OLA, India's version of Uber.
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