First day

Doubt these blogs will continue to be as frequent, but want to write about one of the longest and wierdest days of my life.
Flew overnight, slept little, arrived at 2am GMT, 8am here. Showered, changed and went out.
Immediately on leaving the hotel I was surrounded by taxi and autorickshaw drivers touting for business. I wanted to walk but chose the autorickshaw as it appeared the cheapest and I feared the situation could escalate. He promised it was 50 Rs, hmm, anyway Indians drive like absolute maniacs, it is like one long rollercoaster where you don't really trust the driver - 85,000 people die on India's roads every year. We weave in and out of far bigger vehicles without warning - we are basically a tin can on three wheels, with a soft top, and no side doors or windows - all the time everyone is beeping their horns.
There's a road sign which says: "Lane driving is safe driving." Problem is there are no lane markings, so no lanes!
Everytime I leave the tin can someone is trying to sell me stuff. I had reservations about travelling alone, but in India you are never left alone, which is good but can be tiring.
Even the tour guide at the Qutab Minar tower ("You can trust me, I'm Government-approved," he said, pointing at his little name tag which said likewise) ended up dragging me off to his cousin's shack to try and sell me rugs and statues, etc! Mental. I don't think he was Gov-approved at all.
Anyway after haggling the tin can driver down to 300R - he wanted 500R - I was annoyed until I realised I was paying £4 for about four hours sightseeing (we also had to go via his mate's shop), I got back to the hotel.
Madness does not end there, but I am about to run out of time, so will update later and post photos.
ps As I write this I just got a fax saying Ms Sanjukta Roy would like to meet at 4pm over tea. Maybe I'm in....