After checking into a hotel on the Chandi Chock, my friend Dale and I went to visit the Red Fort. Crossing over the road we headed for a large gate, only to see a sign in English: "We are closed for lunch." Shaking our heads in amazment we walked back a few hundred yards. Then an enormous explosion filled the air. A rival religion's storm troopers had decided to blow it up. The streets were instantly filled with Indian police whipping any one at hand for no good reason with a Lathi (a large stick). My white skin saved my bacon and we were ushered back to our hotel where we were captive for three days. When we could stand it no longer we checked out of the hotel. Against every one's advice we were let through the security gates which clanged shut behind us and walked some very dangerous streets getting the evil eye from both locals and Police Officers. Again our lilly white skin saved the day.
N j Gaffney writes:
Early seventies.
After checking into a hotel on the Chandi Chock, my friend Dale and I went to visit the Red Fort. Crossing over the road we headed for a large gate, only to see a sign in English: "We are closed for lunch." Shaking our heads in amazment we walked back a few hundred yards. Then an enormous explosion filled the air. A rival religion's storm troopers had decided to blow it up. The streets were instantly filled with Indian police whipping any one at hand for no good reason with a Lathi (a large stick). My white skin saved my bacon and we were ushered back to our hotel where we were captive for three days. When we could stand it no longer we checked out of the hotel. Against every one's advice we were let through the security gates which clanged shut behind us and walked some very dangerous streets getting the evil eye from both locals and Police Officers. Again our lilly white skin saved the day.