Feel my wetness...

... this is what Kasra and Steph say to each other when they are transferring sweat from one of their arms onto the other's. It doesn't work, though, because we are both equally sweaty... It's hot.

Anyways, needless to say, we're here. The plane rides were uneventful, unless you count Kasra watching numeurous Hindi music videos and movies and Steph being slept on/canooled by a strange Indian man. After his prolonged exposure to Bollywood, Kas felt that the world should break into song and dance on his command and his world was shattered when this didn't happen. Steph tried to calm him down by shimmying in his generel direction and this seems to have worked for now. When we arrived in Delhi, we were almost immediately accosted by a lady who needed help choosing a good bottle of wine. We don't know when we became wine experts, but we helped anyway (there was only 1 kind of wine, so that's the one we reccommended!). She then proceeded to tell us that she was watching us on the plane and that we were "happy go lucky" types of people. She also pointed at Steph's vanilla skin and said "this is very nice skin". Thank goodness for greasiness.

We finally arrived at the hotel around 3 am and sttempted to clean out the exploded soap from Steph's backpack... we slept (yay!) and this morning, our new best friend/waiter/guy who works at the hotel reception and keeps trying to sell us warm beer told us that the reason it is this hot in Delhi (40+) is because people here have bad Karma. This is promising...

We got up at 1 today and have spent the day alternately shopping, then sitting in the air-conditioning in our room to recuperate strength. Tonight we will once again brave the heat to visit the Lotus Temple which, as its name suggests, is shaped like a giant Lotus. It's a "no shoes allowed" kind of place, so hopefully the IFDs will steer clear.

Smell ya later (or more acurately, you would be smelling us),

Steph and Kasra