Ghaziabad – Delhi
By morning, I hailed a taxi from Ghaziabad, as Delhi was barely 20
kilometres down the drag. Ernest and I agreed to meet at a hotel in
the city, though it wasn’t exactly budget-friendly. He insisted on
having a TV, which felt a bit indulgent since he never paid for the
accommodation. He likely figured he would be stuck there for an
additional ten days. Still, I could do little about the situation, as
cycling was out of the question, and Ernest wasn’t obligated to wait.
The weather cooled but remained hot and humid, with temperatures
around 34-35°C. The air pollution in Delhi was particularly severe, so
much so that we hadn’t seen the sun in days.
Delhi
I felt frustrated, as I dearly wanted to resume my ride. Ernest was
growing increasingly agitated, and I wished he would move on. I
already had enough on my plate without dealing with his issues.
I tried to make the experience as pleasurable as possible and
suggested using public transport to explore what is known as the
Golden Triangle. This trip meant taking a bus to Jaipur in Rajasthan,
then to Agra, and finally back to Delhi. I figured it was better than
just sitting around doing nothing.