Our two days travel break in Delhi was mainly spent playing sardines on the metro: a new meaning to 'personal space'. Of course on one train we got the special seats. Francis got 'old' and I got 'disabled'. Then we pensioners got separated from our young ladies. Jayshree quickly held up one finger before we sped away. I understood.
Today we flew to Lucknow with many workers returning from Oman. Their suitcases/ boxes were wrapped in cloth, sealed with masking tape, tied up with rope and then wrapped in that cling film for good measure. Made our small padlock lock a 'walkover' for a potential thief...
Lucknow is a small city of about 3million. They all seems to be on the road when our cycle rickshaw was taking us back to our hotel. There is great dilemma about taking a cycle rickshaw. Should one very thin man be pulling two large tourists? Should we bypass him for motorised transport and deny him a living? Should we go for the non-polluting form of transport? Should we suffer the jolts to our backs? Anyway, he had no idea where our hotel was, cycled double the distance, and we gave double the asking price! Duty done.
We went to the residency where cannons shelled the British army and their families in the siege of Lucknow. The grandure was there but the remains have been preserved with walls pot-marked with bullet and cannon holes. I understand there are a couple of versions as to the beginnings of the mutiny. Were both the Hindu and Muslim soldiers asked to bite the bullets greased with a mixture of beef and pork fat? The uprising was stirring before this incident.
Today we flew to Lucknow with many workers returning from Oman. Their suitcases/ boxes were wrapped in cloth, sealed with masking tape, tied up with rope and then wrapped in that cling film for good measure. Made our small padlock lock a 'walkover' for a potential thief...
Lucknow is a small city of about 3million. They all seems to be on the road when our cycle rickshaw was taking us back to our hotel. There is great dilemma about taking a cycle rickshaw. Should one very thin man be pulling two large tourists? Should we bypass him for motorised transport and deny him a living? Should we go for the non-polluting form of transport? Should we suffer the jolts to our backs? Anyway, he had no idea where our hotel was, cycled double the distance, and we gave double the asking price! Duty done.
We went to the residency where cannons shelled the British army and their families in the siege of Lucknow. The grandure was there but the remains have been preserved with walls pot-marked with bullet and cannon holes. I understand there are a couple of versions as to the beginnings of the mutiny. Were both the Hindu and Muslim soldiers asked to bite the bullets greased with a mixture of beef and pork fat? The uprising was stirring before this incident.
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