A few days ago the searing heat finally wore us down and we took the executive decision to abandon our plan to end the travelling with a stint in the southern Indian state of Kerala.
A great shame, not least because Perry's brother Brian had kindly arranged to let us stay at his firm's sumptuous holiday accommodation and we'd invested some serious time researching the places we particularly wanted to see.
Fourteen days in a furnace is quite sufficient for the Smiths these days though, so the revised idea is to spend a few days taking in the sites of Delhi and Agra before heading up to the cooler Himalayan climate of Nepal.
A hectic morning then, rushing about trying to get ourselves photographed and visa'd before the Nepalese embassy closed for the weekend at noon. How come these places all work a 15 hour week? Where the hell does all this visa money we keep handing over actually go? And is there a more cushy job in Christendom? Dunno, but I quite fancy coming back as a diplomat or ambassador in the next life.
Explored our hotel's immediate neighbourhood in the afternoon. Connaught Place is something of a hub in New Delhi. Seven major roads radiating out from its large central park where there's also a terminal for the city's spanking new underground system.
Lots of swanky shops and restaurants too, all giving the impression that this is a metropolis on the way up.
Wend warned me that I'll see a seedier side of the town tomorrow when we venture further afield, but on first impressions we're liking Delhi very much.
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