Aaaagrrh!

Я собиралась поехать в Old Delhi последние недели 3. И обязательно рано утром, чтобы можно было фотографировать. Я заводила будильник почти каждый день, и каждое утро упорно, но безуспешно боролась со сном. И сегодня, наконец-то, мне удалось оторвать себя от подушки в 5.30 утра!!!

Утро было просто отвратительное - пасмурное и холодное (!). Как дома. Сразу вспомнилась школа. Бррр. (всегда)Холодный душ. Растворимый кофе с растворимым молоком.

[что-то я сегодня acting Darya Dontsova, если не возражаете, я по-английски]
So to make the complecated story short - I walked down throughout the campus to the Main gate (aprx 30 mins!!!) met no single auto on the way, I came over the auto rikshaws' stand that looked unusually deserted...and...ta-da-da-dammm...came to know that today is the auto drivers' STRIKE!



Fukc! Why it should had happened today? I ve been here for year so far...why, why had they decided to go on strike when I woke up at 5.30 am? Why? Why? Whyyyyyy? Is there any kind of God in the house?



Moreover...I decided not to give up and go there by bus.
Big. Big and fat mistake.
At 7.30 I found myself at the bus stop sitting alone on the curb covered with thick layer of road dust poping out sleepy reddish eyes with goofy hope to see a coming bus. Needless to say there was NOt any frigging bus around.


Finally around 8 am I realized that there are quite nice slums that are photo worthy enough just round the coner.



I ended up roaming around this area http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Munirka
mindlessly clicking photos and attracting shit loads of attention from locals.

Agrrhhhh!