Well, my first hour in Delhi did indeed leave up to the rumors. Upon leaving the baggage claim, the people who were supposed to be picking me up were no where to be found. So, I got in a taxi and we tried, with much difficulty, to get to the flat. I arrived at the trust where the children are, and where the flat was not. Eventually it was all sorted out and I am writing this post from the flat, but for a while there I honestly thought I was going to turn around and go home, especially since I have wanted to be home for the last couple of days.
There are no other volunteers here yet but one will come later tonight, fortunately.
Being in a car here is madness, essentially. There is little thought given to the cars around you. Everyone is merging and swerving, frequently honking their horns. I kept myself from tears in the cab, but it was difficult.
The smog, which I was warned about previously, seems to be everywhere. It's all in my throat already as well.
Also, it's cold. Very cold. It's that kind of chill in your bones that doesn't go away, like when you visit Ireland and its especially rainy. I can actually see my breath when I breathe in the flat.
Well, first impressions are often quite deceiving...
Updated:
Well, besides the smog in the air making it feel like I'm breathing in incense, almost being hit by a variety of modes of transportation a variety of times and my bank card not working in over a dozen banks, I feel better after talking to home. Hopefully it's only up from here, guys.
By the way, on the way to the flat from the airport, my driver was asking for directions and the guy looked into the back seat at me and said "where are you coming from?" I said "New York" and he said "oh! Namaste! Welcome to India!" A comment I didn't appreciate until afterwards because I was so upset. It's one of those little gems that they say you get in India!
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