“You can’t go up there, the tourist desk has moved. You have to go here,” the man says pointing to our Lonely Planet map.
He appears so helpful, hustling us into an auto rickshaw and bartering with the driver for a lower price.
But as soon as another person appears to accompany us I become suspicious.
I read the guide: “Do not believe anyone who tells you the tourist desk has shifted, closed or burnt down. This is a scam.”
It’s our fifth day in India’s sweaty and sense assaulting capital, Delhi, and it feels like we are being fed to a pack of hungry wolves.
Published Manly Daily (Cumberland Newspapers, News Ltd) June 4, 2009