Not Remembering in Delhi
What a whirlwind of sightseeing yesterday was, the guys at one of the Delhi India hotels where I was staying hooked me up with a driver. I was whisked around to most of the bigger points of interest and sights. I thought hiring the driver for eight hours would cover anything that might come up. He was really grateful when I had him drive me back to my hotel early. I mean, it was getting dark and I was really very tired.
I got to see a temple, one where I can’t remember the name, it was a newer one and I think it was Sikh. I saw the Indira Gandhi’s museum, it was her home and it was also where she was assassinated. Next I was taken to Mahatma Gandhi’s assassination place, the Raj Ghat was marked with a black marble square and an eternal flame. There were lots of flowers all around it. I think having Gandhi as a last name is somehow not a good thing. My driver then whisked me away to the Lotus Temple, Baha’i Faith and the building was fairly new. He took me to see the India Gate, which was built after World War II, and has all the names of the lost soldiers, it’s kind of like our Vietnam Memorial. I got to do a little shopping at two very specific places, I think my driver got payola for taking me there. I didn’t mind because I bought some saris to take back home as souvenirs to all my friends and family.
Well, I know that didn’t seem like much, but it really was. I ran out of time and money, so I was ready to call it a day. When my driver took me back to my hotel, there was some festival starting up, I don’t remember what festival my driver told me it was, but I was still too tired to participate. All I remember is it was some Sikh’s birthday celebrated by all the Hindus. I feel bad that I have a hard time remembering the names of places and festivals, but it’s all so foreign to me. I’m sure if I heard the name, I would recognize it, but until then, sorry for being vague.
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