My God, the pollution here is appalling. Never seen it at ground level before. Bump into Martyn from the Trans Asia express - we will meet up this evening.
Go to Connaught Place and send postcards. Take rickshaw to the Red Fort - which is shut then get lost in the old bazaar. Lots of lovely kitsch which, thankfully, I cannot carry. Meet a Monkey God. The heat is too much.
Later martyn takes me to meet his cricketing pals who turn out to be kasmiri and owners of a carpet shop. oddly, there is no sales talk at all but they keep bringing out beautiful things and I succumb (bigtime) for the first time this trip. he is shipping it all - God, I hope he does. kashmiri boys join us for dinner - I have chicken tikka and, maybe it's the chili, but my stomach is bad for the first time and lasts till I leave India. bugger.