As my taxi driver swerves deftly into the left-hand lane, stopping with barely an inch to spare behind the lorry ahead, he turns to me and says, “Good driving?”
“Of course”, I reply, without hesitation, rather keen that he takes his eyes back to the road ahead. “A little different to the driving in London though”.
He drops me at the Prince Polonia hotel in Pahar Ganj, just round the corner from the crumbling Imperial Cinema. To give you an insight into this establishment, this is how the owner and founder of the hotel is described on the website:
The Owner of the Hotel Prince Polonia, Brij (Prince) a self made man started his struggling career being as a Scooter Driver and then become a Guide, then things changed and with the Grace of God he started the business of Travel Agents, but now finally come up with the Hotel i.e. Hotel Prince Polonia
Well, the bed is comfortable, the air conditioning is efficient, it’s 42 degrees outside, so I’m going to have a couple of hours sleep, before going for dinner, re-organising my bags and setting off to the airport again at 2.30am for a 5am departure to Leh, the capital of Ladakh. I’ve reserved a seat on the right side of the plane to get spectacular views of the mountains as we approach.