Our first week in India was spent skating in New Delhi (interchangeable with just Delhi). We figured this would be our best bet for getting the most skating done because after Delhi it was pretty much going to be a total gamble whether or not we could skate anywhere. Of course there is always something to skate, but not necessarily something good.
Sunrise photo mission to the House of Parliament with Mark and Sebo.
Sunrise is usually the best time of day to shoot photos. That was even more the case in India. With so much dust in the air it made for amazing photos wherever you pointed your camera.
Mark Suciu - early morning kickflip.
Nestor Judkins - Gap to backlip on a dusty ledge.
Homelessness is on another level in India. It took some getting used to for all of us.
Mark Suciu - Bluntslide outside of a garment factory.
Sebo Walker - Switch front board.
Sebo stuck this switch front feeble but we got kicked out by angry guards before he could nail the roll away. Nestor warmed up with a front board early in the session.
Slum life is no joke in India. This is the Delhi version of the LA river.
The rail Malto grinded for the cover was part of a bridge going over this open sewer. The smell was beyond describable. Wild pigs roamed freely scavenging for discarded food.
A woman carried bananas to market from the slums.
Sean Malto - Backside 50-50. An alternate angle to the cover shot.
Nestor decided to go for it and get a street shave. Sketchy as it may seem you will not find a closer shave anywhere.
A man selling tea and snacks near the Main Bazaar in Delhi.
The traffic and hectic street crossing tactics took a while to hone but after three weeks everyone had it down pretty well. Sebo looks for an opening to start the dangerous business of getting to the other side.
A child running down an alley in a quieter section of the city.
A man hanging clean robes to dry on a bridge near the main train terminal.
Sebo Walker - Back noseblunt.
Mark Suciu - No comply.
A group of women at the India Gate monument, a common tourist attraction.
Patrik had been to Delhi before. He kept talking about this "Really great chicken place." When we arrived I thought he was joking. Located less than ten feet from one of the busiest streets in Delhi, all the meat was just sitting in questionable conditions near a heater and probably covered in street grime. Add that to the fact that most people in India are vegetarian this was a serious thrill seeking adventure. We went for it somehow and surprisingly no one got sick. It was actually quite good.
We said goodbye to Delhi and headed to the train station.
A group of Hindus waiting for their train to arrive on the way to the Kumbh Mela Festival.
3rd class seats are free of charge or close to it. The only catch is they are first come first serve. Only the strong will sit. Fortunately we had reservations.
Watch the video or read the article for the story of Mark loosing his passport. This is the moment when he got it back. Our amazing hotel concierge, Atul, made it to the station with literally 1 minute to spare, Mark's bag in hand.