This morning we spent a fair amount of time trying to undo the results of Russians hacking into our e-mail account which was made more complicated than normal as Kate's phone does not work out here but she does get the internet. We have no idea why this is but hey ho! Eventually using both our tablets we were up and running again. The next item was to try and source a pair of trousers somewhere in Delhi to replace the ones ruined by the hotel laundry service. Having located the one supplier in Delhi we rang them on Sebastian's phone that works in India but didn't in Mauritius. They did have a similar pair so all we had to do was get there. 2 changes on the metro and we found ourselves in Khan Market which was definitely more upmarket than yesterday's market in old Delhi. The first car we saw was a jaguar and the second thing we saw was the Columbia clothing store where a virtually identical pair of trousers was procured as well as 2 special baseball caps.We have become all brand conscious in our old age! The market was really a shopping block with boutiques on the outside ground floor and free valet parking for the posh cars. they were all double parked within the semi gated complex but attendants moved them around by hand to get people in and out. We used the cash machine which was guarded by a machine gun toting security man who lifted up and down a shutter to let people in and out of the adjacent bank. We saw signs for coffee bars and found them when we walked through what could best be described as a mews that ran inside the market buildings. We were spoilt for choice and chose one that had a roof terrace.There were some other Europeans there and a few young Indian yuppie type business men. We really wanted a beer but posters in every outlet told us what we had reasoned yesterday that no alcohol is to be sold until 6"pm on Sunday when the big election for Delhi is over and the results declared. We had hummus and falafel with pitta,not very Indian but just right for us. We haven't had the courage to order a pizza yet but I'm sure we will succumb ere long. We took a different route by metro back to the hotel to avoid the madness at the Connaught place station and in doing so were offered a seat reserved for old people or perhaps everyone was being hospitable and feeling sorry for "lost" Europeans. Returning to the hotel we were able to advise them that we had managed to replace the damaged trousers. We were now able to go and do the bit of sightseeing we had planned all along to do today which was to visit the Akshardham,a relatively new Hindu temple complex,right next to the commonwealth games athlete's village so a good metro connection. Having bought the metro tickets it seemed we had too much change and realised we'd bought tickets to a nearer station which sounded similar so a quick re-queue to replace the tickets. We now have a handful of tiny coins as the counter clerk took their revenge which will be handy for the beggars! The temple has been compared to a Hindu Disneyland as it piles in statues of great Indians both human and mythological,a sparkling white marble temple with amazing carvings of elephants all around. Inside there even more elaborate decorations and for us it seemed rather soulless ,perhaps in time it will develop but it just seems too new. However they do have some films and a water ride through events and stories that are important for Hindus but we didn't have time to see them. The main event which we did want to see was the son et lumiere laser light show with water fountains and fire. There was some extraordinary animated projections on a temple building and was a wonderful spectacle. An uneventful metro ride back to the hotel where the desk clerk thinking he was doing us a favour said that they would not charge us for the laundry as a recompense. We were not pleased as yesterday a duty manager said the laundry would not be charged and to get a replacement pair so we had words,firm and polite stating we were not at all happy as this was not what had been agreed. An offer of a free meal was turned down as we were not hungry. We retired upstairs ready to put a bad review on trip advisor but the phone rang and the desk clerk claimed to have spoken to the hotel director and they would pay us the difference between the laundry and the trousers. Why do things have to get so petty? Old trousers exchanged for approx £15 and were then able to pack our bags in peace as tomorrow our second Indian tour starts but this time with about 12 other people.