Yesterday I was too tired to really write much, and I didn't do too much of great interest today, so I'll just pick up where I left off yesterday.
Caitlin and I visited Hauz Kaus, which apparently is some sort of ruined Mogul emperor building/castle/mosque thing. People were just chillin all over the place, there were no guard rails, no signs saying not to go somewhere for the sake of the historical value of the place. Rather, there were teenagers and young couples playing Pit Bull from their phones, which was odd when you'd go through skinny stone passageways and emerge to "grab somebody sexy tell them hey." Exploring a little more (in a fruitless search for a way down to the tank/pond place) we found what looked like a community of squatters in one side of the ruins.
After spending most of noon to four in the sun either at Hauz Kaus or Dilly Haut, we went back to Caitlin's room she rents, which looks remarkably similar to my room, but has ac, and then to her friend's apartment a few doors down, which looks absolutely nothing like my room or Caitlin's room, bare and blank, but was cold from the AC and all modern and comfortable. You could have been in NYC.
We ended up in a long conversation about how Delhi is the worst big city in India for women as far as safety goes, power disparity, etc. After about fifteen minutes of discussion on the dangers of being a woman in Delhi, Caitlin turned to me and said, "But you're going to have a great year here!"
Speaking of safety in Delhi, I soon after had to leave to check back into my dorm at 7:30, return a signed slip that had said where I was going and when, and then wait to go to bed until 9:30 when the warden comes around to see that we are all alive and accounted for.
Caitlin and I visited Hauz Kaus, which apparently is some sort of ruined Mogul emperor building/castle/mosque thing. People were just chillin all over the place, there were no guard rails, no signs saying not to go somewhere for the sake of the historical value of the place. Rather, there were teenagers and young couples playing Pit Bull from their phones, which was odd when you'd go through skinny stone passageways and emerge to "grab somebody sexy tell them hey." Exploring a little more (in a fruitless search for a way down to the tank/pond place) we found what looked like a community of squatters in one side of the ruins.
After spending most of noon to four in the sun either at Hauz Kaus or Dilly Haut, we went back to Caitlin's room she rents, which looks remarkably similar to my room, but has ac, and then to her friend's apartment a few doors down, which looks absolutely nothing like my room or Caitlin's room, bare and blank, but was cold from the AC and all modern and comfortable. You could have been in NYC.
We ended up in a long conversation about how Delhi is the worst big city in India for women as far as safety goes, power disparity, etc. After about fifteen minutes of discussion on the dangers of being a woman in Delhi, Caitlin turned to me and said, "But you're going to have a great year here!"
Speaking of safety in Delhi, I soon after had to leave to check back into my dorm at 7:30, return a signed slip that had said where I was going and when, and then wait to go to bed until 9:30 when the warden comes around to see that we are all alive and accounted for.
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