Day 7- Friday 7th March- New Delhi, India

Sarah and Hannah were up at some ungodly hour showering and stuff but I decided to sleep in as late as possible, and was up at about 8. We went downstairs for our usual breakfast of toast before meeting KP outside at 9. The military man on the door saluted us as we left.
During the journey back to Delhi, I watched a few shows on my iPod and read some of my George Orwell book, but my eyes started to hurt, so I rested them for a bit. We got into Delhi at about 2:30pm. KP told me he would take me to HSBC in Delhi so I could sort my card. We stopped next to a bank called HDFC, which is not HSBC at all. The girls took out some money while my card was still blocked. Around the corner, KP asked for his tip, reiterating the story from the night before about supporting his family. We'd generously decided to scrape together 1000 rupees each, about £40 in total, which is a lot of money in India, and a lot of money for us considering our budgets.
'That's ok,' KP said with a hint of disappointment in his voice 'no problem.'
Cheeky bastard! I felt pretty offended by this since we'd given him quite a large amount and he clearly wasn't grateful at all! To add insult to injury, he told us we had to pay him £25 for the use of his air conditioning! He had joked about this earlier in the week, back at the Taj Mahal, and we'd laughed it off, but now he was very serious indeed. We gave him a ten pound note and another thousand rupees. He then told us not to tell anyone that he'd charged us for the air con. We'd clearly just been scammed. Bastard. I thought he was cool. However, Karma hit in minutes later (if Hindus believe in Karma?) and his car broke down around the corner.
We went back to the old tourism office and said hello to everyone and a few new faces. Apparently a power cut that morning had left the whole area without water. We lugged our stuff back up the four flights of stairs to the guesthouse and relaxed for a bit. We were starving and weren't entirely sure what to do. Billy, one of the office employees, and the old man who owned the guesthouse told us they would order us a curry from a nearby famous restaurant. They told us it was good, safe food, so we agreed. It arrived minutes later and we ate as much as we could.
After food, we went back round to the office to try and get some net time. I sent out a message to my facebook group, a few emails home and checked the status of my bank. It was looking stable, probably mostly because I'd only paid for our tour and Anna's necklace. While Sarah and Hannah surfed (the internet), I tried to find a phone with which to contact HSBC. I asked SG, a guy who works in the office, to top up his mobile and then I'd pay him back when I get access to my money. He led me to a top up point and then expected me to pay. Doh. Hannah lent me the money and I called HSBC and explained everything about how I was away, I did tell the bank and I really really needed some moneys. I kept being put on hole and the battery on the phone was bleeping every minute or so. I was so worried I was going to lose it and my bank wouldn't be sorted, but then a voice came on the line and told me my card had been 'marked' so that it could be used wherever. Yay!
When Sarah and Hannah were done, SG led us to see the Delhi markets. They were completely crazy- overcrowded, of course, with people offering us stuff at every turn and cars weaving in between the tiny gaps. We passed a few familiar logos, like McDonalds and Levis, but didn't stop anywhere, just walked in a big circle. On our way back, we passed an ATM and, alleluliah, it worked! A thousand rupees was mine!! I was very happy and celebrated with a large bottle of orange Fanta, which all the Indian men back at the office told me was a 'girl's drink'. Outside the office, we bumped into KP, who was still waiting for his car to be fixed. Good thing he had lots of money, eh? Bastard.
Back at the guesthouse, we played some card games. I tought the girls to play 'Snap Crackle Pop' and they tought me rummy and beggar my neighbour. Later on, the new girls, Jodi and Lucy, arrived and we all had a few drinks. After just half a bottle, my stomach seemed to turn. I'd survived a whole week, but Delhi Belly finally caught up with me. I spent a fair while making a mess in the toilet, only to realise that there was still no water thanks to the power cut during the night, so flushing would be the last thing the toilet would be doing at this point. Oh dear. Still feeling rather ill, I collapsed into my bed and fell asleep in my jeans.