The first thing anyone will notice after arriving in Delhi is without a doubt the heat... It's hot here ladies and gents, and the humidity isn't at all like relaxing in a scented sauna, it's more like bathing in your own juices as your being buried alive within a dust storm. Besides that Delhi is quite a charming little mega city of a mere 18,000,000 residence, and here we both are again... I wake up Blake as we gently brake a good mile or so before coming to a complete stop at the New Delhi train station. As we get off there are armies of men and women waiting to board the rustic train we had patronized the last 13 hours, no doubt that same train goes thousands of miles every week, simply being kept in use constantly and always. We step off the platform and weed our way through the crowed and put our bags down at the local cafe that overlooks the station. Blake thinks it wise to buy a "German chocolate cake, some ones clueless attempt at making a Black Forest Cake" at the counter and in so doing spends a hefty 2 dollars.. a fortune really, considering our budget lol. Against my better judgment I called Raveesh, it was 5 in the morning and I called Raveesh.. It rang and rang and then finally a chipper voice, all fresh and clean as though trying to satisfy the curiosity of some Gestapo officer fishing for lies in the ghetto, answered the other end. "Ohh hello Daniel, ohh yes I am just fine, couldn't be better," He said. He goes into some long spiel about whether or not we can come over and then eventually when my time on the phone is about to run out he agrees to let us stay with him again. We take a tuk tuk to his house and have boiled eggs, omelets and toast for breakfast. After which, speaking for both of us, Id say we had the best showers of our natural born lives. As you'll remember me explaining, Raveesh has quite a nice little casa for him and his family, and we intended to make full use of his facilities as they were made available to us. There's nothing like a cool shower in a nice setting while surrounded by the gates of hell.Raveesh had some "important business" to take care of so he left us across the way in his parents spare flat, now when I say spare I mean uncleaned and unused for 6 months, and when I say flat I mean just that, a single flat surface surrounded by walls and a high ceiling without much ventilation. I don't know what large open spaces in your house look like after being neglected for 6 months but this place could have been the testing site for the new "Mr. Clean can clean any fucking thing" commercial. Seven hours later, after having laid on our sleeping mats below the ceiling fan at maximum speed and miraculously falling asleep, Raveesh returned and upon his arrival we went out for mutton burgers at a hole in the wall franchise I can only compare to places I patronized in South Korea, something of a McDonald's subway hybrid with a restaurant style menu, just flat out strange. The burger itself is unexplainable, or in so far as I wish to recount it isn't worth explaining. Back at Raveesh's house now, having Mango Ice cream, time for bed.It's morning now, somehow Raveesh's leg is paralyzed and he can't move, so Blake and I go into town for some good old fashioned shopping. The market places are full of people, and as we've come to expect and almost enjoy, the constant horde of peddlers and dealers, beggars and thieves in multitudes of 10 surround us at every angle. We jest of course, that just as any noise your constantly exposed to, eventually fades and disappears altogether in the end. Blake tries on some jeans and we hang out in an air conditioned shop, both upstairs and down for a time then continue on looking around. We didn't actually buy anything during the 4 hours we spent there, but it wasn't a total waist of time, we did see some cute Indian girls and a lot of interesting people. The best part though was when we found the movie theater, it was a funny looking place both inside and out, from the street it looks like some sort of administration building and on the inside it looks like a 60 year old remodeling job for any number of Nazi architectural types. We bought tickets to See the newly released Star Trek and went in. The seats in the raised balcony were the cheapest a satisfying price of 125 rupees, something like 2 dollars and 66 cents, which will undoubtedly be the lowest price I ever pay to see a movie, all chances of visiting another 3rd world country and walking into a cheaper movie theater or hyper inflation and deflation in the US aside, id say that's a reasonable assumption. What really gets me though is the fact that the best seats in the house in India are the ones closest to the screen, while in the United States it's the middle or far back, so for us having the best seats in the house also be the cheapest was a big bonus, plus Star Trek was an awesome movie and I'll always remember where I was and what I was doing the day I saw it lol.On our way home the tuk tuk driver we got tried and tried again to repeatedly screw us over, Blake and I however weren't having it and we flat out got out of the vehicle and started walking away in some random direction we hoped would lead us home. He followed behind us ranting and raving, "you damn Americans this and you damn tourists that," It was quite a show for the few spectators watching from their land line telephone shops and the laying alongside the road trying to get some rest. Eventually Blake just got in his face and told him.. "listen, you either take us home for the price we agreed on or fuck off, We know your trying to screw us and I ain't paying you shit!" After another few exchanges of this sort between the three of us he throws his hands in the air and tells me to call Raveesh and ask him to tell us how far away we really are. So I did and Raveesh's mom answers, they talk for a while and then he gives the phone to me, she tells me the man is right, I tell her I was sorry to bother her and hang up. The sheik Tuk Tuk driver thinks he's won, but I know he lied to her about where we were, "even though they were speaking in Hindi" Blake looked at me and I at him, I shrugged he shrugged and we both walked away simultaneously. At this point the driver seemed lost, he must have thought for sure that the phone call had been his decisive victory. Now however he was in a state of bewilderment as he watched us walk away. I turned my head back to see what his facial expression was and as I did he seemed to snap back to reality, he jumped in his tuk tuk pulled right in front of us and shook his head in denial while motioning with his arms for us to get in. He dropped us off 5 minutes later outside the gate of Raveesh's gated community apartments. We paid him what our original agreement was of 60 rupees, or $1.20 and went up to the room. Raveesh came home and we ordered delivery Afghani chicken, "which was awesome", and fell straight asleep. Thinking back on it now, it wasn't even the money that got us, it was the principle of the agreement we had all made. All that for a mere dollar and twenty cents... pfft, maybe we are those damn American tourists he claimed us to be? Nah... were just a bunch of principled adventurers on a budget, alone on the other side of the world...