My last train journey proved to be the least enjoyable. My berth was directly underneath a rather powerful aircon vent and I literally spent a freezing night of very disturbed sleep on what otherwise was a smooth, uneventful quiet trip back to Delhi. We arrived around 20 minutes early and I was anxious to get warm before heading on to the airport express out to Aerocity and my hotel for 1 night.

Back in the hotel where my adventures started, I realised that energy levels had hit a low. At no point during the 2 weeks had I felt any toil from my long journeys, heat or intensity of the cities I had visited but now I acknowledged I was tired so took some time to doze by the pool, refresh with a swim before heading out to Hauz Khas – a small village dating back to medieval times which has now been swallowed up by the Delhi metropolis. It is known for being a chilled place to hang out with some interesting ruins. Local metro links were challenging so I went for the easy option with Uber. It certainly didn’t feel like Delhi and was an enjoyable slice of relative calm until at least I headed back in to Chandni Chowk, wandering down the main thoroughfare, once again unable to resist some of the streetside offerings, meandering through some of the chaotic side streets and back to the Jama Masjid area. Being Friday, it was literally heaving and after having some delicious kababs at Karims, I headed back to the metro although things were so packed, that it actually felt a little frightening and that a crush could easily happen. The earlier feeling of exhaustion and a need to escape the full-on-in-your face experience returned and I was glad to get back to the peace and quiet of my room and slept extremely well.