Can we come home yet?

So we left on our last ever overland journey....and it came went however with not too much drama, just a very busy carriage and a crazy old man with a staff and dagger. Anyway we got to Delhi, but unfortunately didn't land ourselves at the ideal train station so had to make our way, via crazy Tuk-Tuk driver number 10,395 to our last abode, Smyle Inn. Which, after cursing it upon entry had everything we needed and more, with a free breakfast and AC! We hit up a roof top restaurant for dinner and ordered and obscene amount of food, not even touching the Dal, and planned the next day to be shopping day.

Unfortunately the 'Main Bazaar' near to our hotel now looks like central Baghdad with a street widening scheme that means rubble is falling on your head most of the time. We instead headed for the two large government-run Emporiums mainly as never of us are big shoppers and all our goodies would be in one area and we could not be asred to do any more bartering and fighting in local markets. The Emporiums are great as they have various items made and sent from all over India and so are a perfect souvenir and 'spent your last Rupee's' hideout. This task however, still spent all day as we to'ed and fro'ed between the two deciding how big to go, but the task was satisfactory completed and bags will be bulging for the flight home. We spent the evening relaxing back at the rooftop bar we decided it was safe and yet again, somehow, order far too much food! Unfortunately Steve is living to regret one line he boldly stated in the restaurant "F**k it, I'm having the chicken!".....We had been sticking to mainly vegetarian food in India for safety reason and it was working well (minus the day fever I had) as meat is always a higher risk. However now as I write this, Steve is exploding from every direction and officially, whilst in Delhi, has 'Delhi Belly', the one thing we have been dreading since our arrival. When asked how I should portray how he felt on the blog he simply said "Bad.." mainly because he couldn't muster any more words. Hopefully he will improve soon as we fly tomorrow which could be interesting...

Before this took hold we did manage a cheeky morning trip to Central Delhi to see the Presidential Palace and India Gate separated by Delhi's version of the Champs-Élysées, which was very nice and a welcome break from the small dirty streets that we have become accustom to. There is certainly a sizable gap here between the rich and the poor...

It is simply the case now, and I'm nearly 100% sure Steve agrees with me, we are ready to come home. We fly tommorrow night and arrive back on English soil at 6.45 am Saturday morning, Ash clouds/BA strikes/Delhi Belly/Godzilla permitting. Cross you fingers and starting getting excited!