What it feels like when you first arrive in India is something you never forget. A humid heat and a unique smell coming out of the mixture of incense with spices, welcomes you with an open hand to slap you and warn you that you have arrived, without a doubt, to another world.
The Delhi airport is full of people, and everyone looks curiously at these newcomers with white skin, sandals on the feet, and backpacks.
Through the tide of people, the exchange office is not far away. We take a few euros out of pocket, and we get some rupees, currency that will accompany us during the next two or three months, it will be seen.
The next step is to get out of this cramped airport, so we go to the 'pre-paid taxi' counter, and show them the name and address of a hand-pointed hotel on the first page of our Lonely Planet. There we will meet Nicole in 2 days, who has been in the mountains of North India for a few weeks and will go down to the capital to rescue us from the high temperatures that suffocate the central area of the sixth continent.