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=0=| The YMCA hostel section has a courtyard with rooms overlooking. The rooms were quite comfortable. At dinner that evening I met a Canadian and he had stayed at the Y 38 years ago and he thought it was the same furniture in the rooms. As I considered it, I think he was probably right. There was an internet cafe at the Y, but it was a bit of a chore as they weren't really set up for notebook computers. I got access in the evening and still no response as to how to contact Dawa, |
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| The dining hall was also very similar, but now they had a buffet food line with Indian food, instead of Western food served by waiters. In the morning I decided that I preferred the wifi at the Metro and so made the walk back to the Station. I took the subway back to the New Delhi station, but the help people claimed that the system was down and they could not set up wifi access for me. Drats. However, I took a different route back and observed that the electrical and cable wiring in New Delhi was incredibly ad hoc, just wires string from tree to tree as seen above. It is not surpirsing their electrical system is not very reliable with such informal installations. |
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| I also noticed an abandoned building in surprisingly good repair on Hanuman Street, named after the god Hanuman who is part monkey. The abandoned building was now occupied by a family of monkeys. How fitting. When I got back to the Y and got internet access, I had the name of the hotel and Dawa's cell phone number. I got my bags out of storage (a waste, I should of just checked my emails at the Y, but I had been disappointed so many times I had low expectations) and took a cab to the Tibetan Camp. I had forgotten that the main group was coming in that morning with their changed reservations (I didn't pay much attention to their new reservations since I couldn't change my reservations) and so could have just explored for the day and then met them and Dawa at the airport at 1AM. |
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| The Tibetan Camp has no roads inside of it, just walking passages which made my luggage somewhat tedious, but not too bad. Everyone knew where the Tara Guest House was and so getting there that last stretch was quite easy. As I was walking that last stretch to the Guest House, I saw Guy and several others who were heading out shopping. We were so glad to see each other. They had been worried about me. |
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