The chaos of Delhi buildings which look like the they washed up from the flood plains of the Yamuna and the organised hyper energy of the traffic, horns asking and answering questions as the drivers weave and veer from side to side of the road, often directly into the path of oncoming traffic. I always feel relaxed in Delhi traffic- it talks a code and makes frenetic sense if you really pay attention. But what would a taxi ride be without breaking down? Ranjit and I sit in the shade of a tree stared at by one and all. This is the first time I've realised I stand out in the crowd in India. I've always felt as invisible as at home before.....