When looked at on the photographs, Hindu people don't seem to be any different from Europeans sizewise. But when we stand next to, it appears they are much smaller. Different menu could be the reason.

2.5 million of people in India have AIDS or is HIV positive. Nevertheless, the social message on this subject is sparse.

Condom vending machine seen on the picture above was the only one encountered during our trip.

Hindu people also happen to have grey hair. While women dye theirs with natural colors, men are more extravagant - henna give their hair characteristic orange color.

Jama Masjid is the main mosque in Old Delhi and also the biggest one in a whole Asia.

The recent attacks against Christians had their source in the old times - times of the holy inquisition.

Apart from those rare incidents, daily life of representatives of the various religion systems seem to be peaceful together.

Muslim people, who's population varies around 12% of the population (compared to 80% of hindi followers) enjoy the full freedom of speech and action. For someone who doesn't know the numbers, they don't appear to be a minority.

Muslim boys play with firecrackers.

As I mentioned before, Hindu people don't bother about their neighbourhood too much. Streets covered with rubbish as well as the dirty gutters make a sad impression.

Oddly enough, the smell is much less unpleasant one could expect.

Hindu people don't complain anyway.

Before we left Poland, I had a plan to bring over a couple of trousers from India. My expectations towards low prices were very precise. Ones about available styles - totally unsuccessful.

Fresh fruits (like papaya and banana above) can be a real trap for tourists. Street vendor sprays it with tap water (if only!) on regular basis.

Such consumption may cause unexpected gastric lavage.

In the slums around Sadar Bazar, living conditions are even more drastic then everything we have seen before.

Piece of dirty fabric or a sheet of plastic foil makes a good roof. Corrugated sheet is a luxury hard to get.

On the other side of the tracks some goods are being handled.

All the garbage ends up on the street. Whenever we struggled to hold on to our plastic bottles with intention to use the first garbage bin we see, Hindu people were chucking them out the windows with no remorse.

Soon, it turned out to be only solution, as we couldn't find single garbage bin around.

Relax, it's only a red light!

In the alley of mechanists almost everything can be fixed. Sometimes it comes to goods older than the mechanists themselves.

In my journal from Thailand I mentioned that bamboo rods are great material used commonly in building industry. In fact, most of the scaffolding is made of bamboo.

It is time for our supper. We need to have a decent meal in order to be ready for a long trip to Varanasi.

Another diner popular among locals is our goal today. As soon as we take our seats, waiter wipes the table with a mucky rag and with a great smile on his face, serves us the menu.

Fortunately the food itself doesn't share the same manner, quiet opposite - it's very tasty indeed.

New Delhi Railway Station can be seen in the background.

The first time we've encountered Indian beer here. It could have ended tragically if we only tried it. The ones one the picture are fakes, potentially dangerous.

Instead of well known kingfisher there is kingfarmer, for instance.

It's time to say goodbye to Delhi. We will be back here at the end of our journey.

To be continued...