Blake and I slept in till 3pm, quite to our own surprise I assure you, and of course Raveesh was busy as always, only this time he was busy taking the longest shower I've ever in my whole life known a person to take, which is actually almost 2 hours or so. Whether or not he was in the shower the entire time he was in the bathroom is irrelevant, what mattered to us was that we had to wait for him in our flat, which I have decided to call "The Cooker" When he finally managed to get out he made us wait even longer while he "freshened up" inside his room.. Patience wearing thin but still keeping our calm, we waited. He came and got us and we took a ride around Delhi in his fathers car. On our way to the mall we saw the collapsed air tram overpass that had fallen the day before, you can see it in this link, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6ixAYu6hTE&p=954EFB25FAC67094&playnext=1&index=8 The Mall we went to was Gigantic, it had 5 levels of underground parking, and looked like a slightly smaller version of Agraba from the Disney version of Aladdin. All we did the entire time was walk, since it was so huge that all Raveesh wanted to do was point things out that he thought would impress us, we passed shop after shop and escalator after escalator until finally we came to the food court. We all had McDonald's chicken nuggets, "which had just came out in India by the way" They were all the rave, especially since a large majority of Indian people don't eat beef.When we got home someone was parked in front of Raveesh's parking spot and was apparently still in his car waiting for something. Raveesh got out of the car with these words to us as he left, "This man is in trouble," at the last syllable of which the door slammed shut and we got out as well. After a very brief meet and greet session with the man Raveesh began to yell at the stranger in Hindi and soon after again in English, the reason for which, might well have been for our own benefit but quite possibly could be what Raveesh always does to parade his skill of English to others as he further attempts to gain whatever high ground he can in the situations he finds himself. As Blake and I headed for the stairs we heard ever more colorful lashes of verbal nature directed at the poor fellow, "Your finished," is the last thing I heard before we turned the corner and began climbing the 5 story steps of the building, it was night and we were all tired, I'm not sure if it was out of kindness or a result of his feeling good about his recent execution of the man downstairs but Raveesh let us sleep in his room for the night. Blake had gotten Valium substitutes from the Market and we both took one for the night, the effect of which was more like dreamless, wake less sleep. Perhaps better refereed to as a "snap nap" lol.I woke up drowsy but well rested, which was a welcome change to waking up half dead all the time from heat exhaustion and the like, of course having air conditioning and a bed to sleep on didn't hurt either. As usual we waited unbelievably long for Raveesh to finish whatever it is he was doing, then we drove to the corporate headquarters of Canon, got his camera, went to yet another mall, (this one smaller than the last) had lunch and returned home. Raveesh has been getting more and more on edge of late, orders to do this or that and warnings of things to come, lies and irratations things of that sort.. it was all doom and gloom, but not for him, it was all directed at us.The next day Blake and I left Raveesh to simmer while we took the Bus into the Embassy district of town "really just a mile long stretch of Embassies from all the countries who have ties with India". Our plan was to check out the possibility of going to Pakistan but more than likely that would all depend on how much money it would cost for the Visa and everything else. As the bus came to the side of the Embassy Blake began to step out when the bus started moving again, he made good of his escape , next it was my turn but I wasn't so lucky... my legs tripped over themselves as my bodies horizontal motion from exiting the bus hit the standing still concrete, I flipped, rolled and picked myself up off the ground, a bloody hand and knee were the additional bus fee id pay that day >.< As we came to the American Embassy, bloody and limping we went through the motions and finally got inside.. It's amazing how hard it is to get inside your own embassy in a foreign country, then again I suppose it could have been a precaution against bludgeoned zombies as I must have resembled.After an hour long wait, I was finally able to acquire two things, A. a, as in a singular band-aid for my 2 blood gushing wounds, and B. The embassy pretty much retold again what we've heard on numerous occasions before, "Don't go to Pakistan". In addition to those two bits of encouragement, we were told that Visas to Pakistan were 40 dollars or roughly 2000 rupees each, but before we could even apply for a visa we both required sets of papers to get into the Pakistani embassy, which were themselves $30 each... needless to say we didn't have 10,000 rupees to spend on a journey through a place no one suggested we go, never mind the cost of food and transportation, or the possibility of violence and the like.. so we basically decided to skip that little plan. Upon returning to Raveesh's we got to use his computer, which all things considered was a damn good gaming machine, we played Crisis, the most advanced graphics title of the year and one hell of a fun game!