The day Delhi almost beat me. A day of miscommunications with kind people, of being misled by money grubbers, of being lied to by jerks. Seven hours later, a very exasperated Georgina and Emmelina arrived back at their haven of a hostel with their train ticket to Varanasi. I may have shed a tear, I may have raised my voice a little, but no unkind words were spoken to those who were so skillfully disturbing my peace. Winner!