The music stopped for a bit, nothing interesting happened today, but the day is not over, ;-)

Today is the day when we finally get to adjust our internal clocks, so that we are not sleeping the days away. After waking up at 2 pm, writing the blog of the last two day's adventures, it was time to check out the "must" see of Chandrigrah, the Rock Garden. I have to agree with the Lonely Planet, this is a must see for anyone who comes to this city.

For this part of the journey, we had to experience the thrill of leaving the house with an objective, but no plan for getting there. In order to reach our destination, the Rock Garden, we took one of the famous 3-wheeled auto rickshaw, after this experience, I am glad that we tried it on the organized streets of Chandrigrah, and not in Old Delhi. Just because it is a more fragile vehicle, this does not mean the drivers are any less adventuresome.

At the ultimate recycling job, we saw another use for all types of household waste, from light sockets, to bathroom tile. Do not be disappointed by the first little bit, since it really looks like a rock garden. No colour and stones with a few different recycled items. Then you crawl and squeeze through a door, and you are into a waterfall, which you can refill you water bottles if you choose, drinking water is available. Things are looking up, and you realize that maybe there is a reason this is a world famous destination, and not only for young couples trying to find a quiet area away from parents, authorities and Canadian Tourists with cameras. I only have one regret, is that we started the tour a little too late, in that we had to see phase 3 and the third waterfall in the dark. At least I got a chance to try out the night settings on my camera.

After this cultural tour, we met another cousin, and proceeded to do what young urban professionals do, when they are disposing of their disposable income. We broke at least two laws, but it seems that with the proper incentive (in other words a bribe), you can avoid serious consequences. It is refreshing to see that the basic laws of economics work everywhere, and across different cultures, when the price is high, you don't buy as much, or in other words when the price is low, you buy as much as you can get across the border without getting in serious trouble.

Our second restaurant meal, we ate at Happy Millions, a Chinese food, pizza shop, and Indian food restaurant. And even though I was told that the Indian version of Chinese food was something to experience, I figured that I would stick with the local cuisine and eat what the young would after an evening of drinking in the car. Finally, we went back to the "in-laws" for a well deserved sleep, upload some pictures and recharge the camera battery. We are almost completely adjusted to the new schedule.

I am sure that sleeping on sheet of plywood covered with a thin futon, is good for the back, and in a few nights, it will really help my back, the next couple of nights might be a little rough. I have to admit that at some point through the night, I became a little cold, and had to turn down the fan. However, if I had waited a few minutes the power system would have remedied this problem for me, but shutting off power to the entire complex. It does get warm without a fan, and it is really dark with no outside light pollution.

How naive I was, thinking that the best Indian bread was Nan, I found out that there are three types, and Nan, is the White bread version of this dietary staple. There are two others, one a high fibre, healthier version (Roti), and an olive oil drenched taste sensation (parantha), I have to admit that adding oil to any dish sure makes the flavour come out, ummmm, ummmm, good.