The Friday Mosque, or Jama Masjid, Old Delhi. It was the place I felt most unwelcome during my trip. I bought a freshly baked naan from a street vendor and had all the people in the alleyway staring blankly at me as I stood eating it plain and hot from the oven. In front of the mosque where I snapped this picture of burned rugs drying a man told me to go away. Inside the mosque two British girls paid for me to go up to the minaret with them since they couldn't go "unaccompanied" - but when they presented me as the token male to the ticket vendor and I identified myself as a friend, he was clearly displeased. The view from the top was almost entirely obstructed by pollution, and in the spiral stairs an unctuous male teen propositioned the women each in turn and, when he saw me, demanded I pay him 100 rupees without giving a reason. | Next | North India Map | Asia 2005 Gallery Home | Home