Qutub Minar or Qutab Minar

We woke up and had some self-made breakfast, ‘serunding’ and tuna with bread. Meanwhile, Chawana had maggie in cup that they brought from Malaysia. Yummy!

We went out and walked towards the Delhi Train Station and headed to the end of it, where a Metro station is located.
Tips : Besides suburban railway services, India also has rapid transit calls Delhi Metro since 2002. To go to Qutub Minar, you need to go to Ajmeri Gate.
Thank god there was escalator being provided but I can see that locals rarely use it. Looking at the escalator’s condition, we had no guts to grip the rubber handrail. Someone’s mucus or saliva might be there! Hahaha!

The scene inside the Metro station had no much different with other countries, except for the language lah. Anyhow, similar to China, they had security screening before you can access the subway.

We looked at each other and said “So…how to buy tickets?”

We purposely stood still for a couple of minutes just to see how locals purchased their tickets.

“Seems simple and straight forward.” That was what I thought.

We collected a sum of amount from all four of us and went to the counter. “Qutub Minar” and we showed 4 fingers.

The rest were quite simple as the signboards were well-written in English, as well as the timing.
Tips : In India, they practice “women coach” where you can find a pink arrow on the corridor. And it is purely restricted for women, accept you have no balls to squeeze in.
Chawana and I queued on this “women coach” line while Chawana’s hubby and my hubby queued next to us, behind the chain divider. We made a plan, by letting hubby and Chawana’s hubby walked into the same coach with us, and headed to the men coach.

IT WAS FUN AND FUNNY COZ EVERYONE WAS LOOKING AT US! HAHAHA! WHO CARES!
In the train, we didn’t get a seat. Not even Chawana who carried baby Aqilah! There was no sense of awareness and we couldn’t stop talking in Bahasa about locals. Trust me, EVERYONE, I repeat, EVERYONE, was looking at us! Regardless they understood or not, what we were talking about.
We reached at Qutub Minar station and walked out from the terminal. Outside, not more than 5 tuk-tuk waiting in line.

Tips : You have two options. To take a group-share tuk-tuk or personal tuk-tuk. Group-share can fit up to 10 persons while personal tuk-tuk can only fit up to 3 persons.

We decided to try the group-share tuk-tuk and paid Rp10=RM0.70 each. To add into the excitement, Chawana and I were honored with the front seat, right next to the driver!
Tips : Delhi rules are much more stringent than Agra and Jaipur. You are not allowed to sit next to the driver. Passengers need to sit at the back, not more than 3 persons. (You can try to push for 4 persons for shorter journey.)

By the time that tuk-tuk started to move, Chawana and I shouted like crazy! Chawana even warned his hubby to grip her hand tightly, afraid of being thrown away from the tuk-tuk. Hahaha! There was no door ok! I remember she said something like if she dies, please bring her back la, don’t marry again la, and what not…hahaha!
From far, we could see the minaret. It was huge and high. After a few turn, we reached the Qutub Minar Complex and saw many people started to queue to get in.
“Where’s the ticket counter?” We looked around, there was no counter nearby.

“Could be opposite this complex…” and yes, it was.
Hubby and I went to the counter and bought tickets for Chawana and us. Each of us had to pay Rp250=RM17.50 in order to enjoy this world tallest brick tower.

“Yeay, another UNESCO site is checked!”

We walked into this complex and started to snap pictures. The sky was so blue and clear, the sun was right above our head, the grass was green and fresh, summarized that this place was a worth to visit.
Tips : There is signage for each ruins and you can always refer to the big map board, right after you enter the compound.
Like locals, we snapped pictures right in front of the minaret, by climbing onto the higher ground before it. This Indo-Islamic architecture was so marvelous, with its red sandstone and calligraphy of Quran verses carved on it. It is said that this tower is built in order to call for prayer, but some said it is so tall that people can’t hear when someone is calling from the top. Wallahualam.
Behind this minaret, there was one part where we can find ruins that resembled “pura” (temple) in Cambodia. There were so spectacular and I can still feel the aura from that era. There were tombs and mosque too.
Since the weather was getting hotter, Chawana and I stopped at one ruin and sat on the bricks. At this time, I started to have mild stomach ache but still can control my diarrhea. Thank god!

We then walked under the rome-giant-size-pillars and acted silly. Hahaha!
After we had enough with the views, we walked out from the complex and looked for a tuk-tuk, to go to Lotus Temple. Ahah!

Co-travelers:
For history element, read Travelista's version here (in English)
For trip experience, read Chawana's version here (in Bahasa)