My first thought when arriving at New Delhi airport was... How had I traveled back in time to a world war 1 airport without noticing the effects of time displacement? This airport was seriously falling apart at the seems and all around I could see remnants of past eras.Clearing customs was a pinch and soon after we got our baggage from the stupid rail thingy and soon after that had some of Blakes trail mix packets. We Exchanged our money at 48.10 rupees to the dollar. I Exchanged 700 and Blake 175. I got 32k he got 8k the money changers took 15 dollars from me for the service and 8 from Blake.Funnily enough our first experience with the government approved taxi was him trying to rip us off, lol, well we made short work of him and paid the right price promptly. We got into our "taxi" a simple box car with wheels with no radio no ac/heating or anything else besides a steering wheel, accelerator and brake. Our drivers name was mano, a young guy who spoke just enough English to keep us vaguely informed and guessing as to what we were informed about.The traffic in Delhi is chaotic at times and madness every time else, but Mano swerved through nooks and crannies that bikers in the US wouldn't even attempt, and after an hour we got the hostel. It was HOT and that's not including the layers of toxins and airborne moisture's that permeate Delhi in all it's many sections.We checked in and got to our bunks, the fans weren't running yet, we really wished that they were though. I wasn't sweating so much, but I could see the buckets running off Blakes brow. The whole time all I could think off was how much trouble we were really in, 2 american kids running arround this mega city with no clue and no help... But little did we know of what was in store for us.