Ready for the next kick in the ass!

It seems like, that I spend already one week in incredible India, New Dehli. 

What happened?

Let's say, that I had a great day, every day. But Delhi would not be Delhi when it would not give me a little kick in the ass each and every day. There is no single day when I did not think "Hey, today everything I touch works out" and in the next second "Yeah, in the evening one may praise the day". Well, my mistake I suppose. Lucky me, I gently came through everything. Discussions with the Uber driver who claims that we reached my destination when I exactly know, that we did not. Just because we are close, does not mean that we reached.
My promising Couchsurf Event with more than forty interested fellows. Turned out, that I choose the wrong place, day and time. Saturday is a common working day. So, it does not surprise me that only two of the forty interested people showed up on a Saturday 1pm. Looking back, it was not the worst. We would have filled up every Cafe to the utmost. Besides, that we would have crashed every Cafe with that many people, we needed to switch locations, because my desired destination was shut down. So, people who came late, could not find us. I know better next time.
And just today, I came to the awareness, that I cannot withdraw money from the ATM. So, I spend my evening after work with the exercise to trudge round all the ATM's in my area without any success. Back at home, starving and sweating, getting a little nervous about my situation by being alone and Delhi and without cash, in a country where cash is king. Reviewing my opportunities of getting panic, stress out and calling my mum and stress her out I remembered the fact, that I have a minimum amount of withdrawing. Fifty Euro converted in Rupees would be 4000 Indian Rupees. It did not cross my mind at all to grab so much money at ones. But anyways, I tried again and with only a little struggle with the automat and the arousing feeling of hitting the f*** machine and the kind help of two girls I finally had my money. So, Johanna is all smooth again and ready for the next kick in her ass.
Even tho, I had a great Saturday in Haus Khaz village. Its located in the South of Delhi, close to my apartment. It is in the middle of a living area and abuts on the deer park and the Haus Khaz compound. Yes, you heard right, a deer park. I do not have any clue, how deers survive in the heat of around forty degrees, but apparently, they do. The Indian deer can make it happen.

My two fellows from Couchsurfing are hot on the deers track

Haus Kahz, the compound, and its village is a great place to relax, meet friends and it also provides a good opportunity to get an impression of the nightlife of Delhi.

Haus Khaz compound

Also a great place for little lovebirds

Just in the middle of an inhabited and crowded area

And Haus Khaz village with all its beautiful but way to expensive shops

But my highlight of the week was the reunion with my friend Mohit. Last three years we were just able to catch up on messages. And just by coincidence, he was in Delhi and we spend Friday and Saturday evening together talking, having beers and went through all the old stories when we first met in Hyderabad.

My little Mohito

One night in Dehli 

I hope for many returns of that kind of coincidence.
Bis bald, Johanna

P.S. My little pitfalls are never as bad as the girl who is trapped in this driving school car. Firstly, the traffic is beyond imagined and secondly, I am unsure what kind of rules the teacher wants to impart. Survival of the fittest? Who honks wins? Impudence wins?
I do not say, that the Indian driver does not follow rules. It is more about me not seeing the existing rules.

I hope the girl made it through the day :D