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[Sir C]

Good man, C. The uniforms are tops, aren't they? And lovely people there. I only get an auto-rickshaw from Main Bazaar so we're not allowed to drive from the road to the entrance inside the gardens. I have to walk. But despite turning up on foot, with a skinhead and culottes and a grotty tee-shirt, they always salute me and treat me like a gent. As I say, lovely people.

JAI HIND.

I like to take a stroll down to India Gate at dusk and watch the enormous bats going to roost.

Also, I rather enjoy the classical music playing under the water pool

Once coming back through Delhi the Imperial was fully booked and I had to spend a night at the Taj Mahal, much to my annoyance. However, my mood was improved no end when I learnt that the Taj contains the finest chinese restaurant in India with the glorious name, 'Hose of Ming'

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

I like to take a stroll down to India Gate at dusk and watch the enormous bats going to roost.

Also, I rather enjoy the classical music playing under the water pool

Once coming back through Delhi the Imperial was fully booked and I had to spend a night at the Taj Mahal, much to my annoyance. However, my mood was improved no end when I learnt that the Taj contains the finest chinese restaurant in India with the glorious name, 'Hose of Ming'

I don't really like Chinese food, but if you want to try something different, go to the Tibetan Colony - Majnu ka Tila - it's a collection of hotels and restaurants just off a main road. It's where all the monks stay when they're travelling to and from Dharamsala.

{It's about 10kms from CP, or less than 1km from the nearest metro nowadays.}

You can get lovely Tibetan food for very little money. I love momos, but there's also their thupka, a bowl of noodles in soup.

Oh, and last time we were there, every evening on a little path in the colony, there was a guy who put coals on the street and cooked skewers of meat on them. I think they may have been beef.

We used to take our street kid mates to India gate so they could mess about in those pools of water there, and buy ice creams.

But I always like to read some of the names of the Indians who heroically gave their lives to save us from fascism.