Last day in Delhi, or in India, for that matter. It's about time. At this point, we are anxious to go home.
We went off to Kroll Bagh to do some shopping and to pick up the suits that we had made for us. The suit fit pretty good. There was a place near by where we had some chole bhature. Finally! We also had some gul cupa while we were in Kroll Bagh. Since it was our last day we took the risk.
We then went to Gopinath Bazaar to meet with Davinder uncle which Gulshan uncle did some business. Then Gulshan and I went to meet with the Colonel at his army club. It was a bit stuff and it was just a bunch of older army people just sitting around drinking and smoking.
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We eventually finish packing and go out to dinner to some restaurant in Connaught place. I'm starting to feel a little sick. It could be that gul cupa or the dip in the Ganga.
Indians are chaotic. At the airport, we were trying to find the line to get into the airport. Ok, there is no such thing as a line. It's just a mob of people just pushing their way through. I don't understand how it all works. All I know is that I followed uncle, even when I was getting yelled at by some sardar.