Following our flight more than 14 hours we arrived tired and jet lag got into the body. The airport likes that of Amman, it seemed shabby and poor, perhaps a preview of that poverty which is then seen throughout the streets of Delhi. Moreover, it was interesting to see in the waiting room seats not only the classics of European airports, but also a sort of couches where people can sleep peacefully.
After filling out the paperwork (that is, visas, proof of the money that went into the country and record the video camera advise you to bring your purchase invoices-) we headed for the door Indira Gandhi airport to take our first steps in India.
The first sensation in New Delhi is absolutely overwhelming and exhausting, really. Overwhelming because right outside the doors are thrown up many children and adults regateándote to take a taxi and ask where they ask some money. Sometimes they even fight amongst themselves to offer the best price for your service and all this while trying to move forward as best we can down the street, watching everything, even to sleep because the time is (5 in the morning).
Has dawned already, but this overwhelming feeling came from the intense odor that we smell just filled the doors opened. Maybe I sound strong and may even take a lot of people back, but it is something that you end up getting used even before the end of the day. The smell was described perfectly our Indian guide who met us at the airport: a sweat, moisture and cow, all together.
Amid all this initial confusion, it gave us time to begin to look at details that would later become travel companions and the most natural things in the world, as cows in the middle of the street (although it seems that Delhi and have been removed to avoid accidents), and the intense heat and sultry as the number of people sleeping on the streets.
Way of the hotel, and on the small bus that was moving us, we continue paying attention to several details that transported me to those old movies of British imperialism in India in which English majors in their jeeps crossed dirty and dusty streets while on the sidewalk beggars, fakirs and fruit and meat stalls spread everywhere.
Described the sensation may seem unpleasant, but nothing is further from reality for those who enjoy traveling and meeting different cultures. Y of India is a total shock, it's a completely different world, and it’s like meeting in a dream. Therefore, travel to India requires a lot of awareness, of knowing what you'll find there: poverty, high poverty, and dirt, dirty, but you should know above capture the essence of all these things, and enjoy the multifarious sensations that flood your senses.