Shortly after we ordered a taxi expecting a nice white limousine as the concierge promissed. But when we stepped down the marble staircase a yellow and green painted TATA was waiting in the entrance in front of the hotel. The driver with his big white turban on his head looked some kind suspicious and his blue overall (a very depreciatory description I know) didn’t make him look more confidentially. Uta and I glanced at each other asking if Yes or No. Even though we had both a rather No in mind we entered this Indian Limousine and new that from now on we would be totally dependant on this man’s will. The concierge had already fixed the amount of the fare with our taxi driver for about 4 to 5 hours.
‘No problem Mam, just releax’ the driver welcomed us. I told him what we would like to see in town, Safdarjang’s Tomb, India Gate, Kahn Market, Connought Place with Tibetian Market. Another ‘No problem’ was addressed to me and we disappeared in the traffic jungle of Delhi.
The tomb wasn’t that exciting even it is said that it had been the architectural prototype of Taj Mahal in Agra.
India Gate is the place which you have to see only because the 42m arch in height which reminds to the thousands of Indian solders who lost their lives for England during the Afghanistan war in 1919.
Kahn Market on the other hand is a typical Indian market with many shops of all kinds where even women from Europe can find something to buy. In our case the böouse in Indian style was not available in the right size and had to be ordered and picked up the next day at six o’clock, no sooner no later. I was very skeptic if this trade would work out to our satisfaction. When we left the market our taxi driver spotted us immediately and was apparently relieved that we didn’t get lost.
It turned out that our driver was a very good guide. He was eager to show us his beautiful city. Therefore he gave us an extra turn around Connought place before he dropped us off at the United Coffee House. He was right because we felt a little bit hungry and the Tibetian Market was just located at the next Radial Road in the Janpath Road.
It turned out that our driver was a very good guide. He was eager to show us his beautiful city. Therefore he gave us an extra turn around Connought place before he dropped us off at the United Coffee House. He was right because we felt a little bit hungry and the Tibetian Market was just located at the next Radial Road in the Janpath Road. 
Two hours later we managed to find back to the United Coffee House through the heavy traffic, the clouds of exhaust fumes from the three wheeled Motor Rickshas , the crowed of people of different countries and cultures, the many beggars who cross your way every few steps asking for some Rupies. For us coming from Europe it was hard to pass by without giving them any attention at most when young women carrying their babies in dusty and worn out Pashmina’s would hardly let you pass. This is India, luxury and poverty always follows you like a shadow.
