Delhi–the busiest city of all that I encountered. The smells are what I miss most now I’m no longer there. The cloying acid dust, the brewing spices, stale urine, jasmine, cows… all of it.

Day One–Chicago to Delhi…

The van ride from the airport was an experience; cars, trucks, bikes tumbling all over the road–honking and flashing lights in some dance of unwritten etiquette. At times I was a little scared, but mostly it was exhilarating fun. Even now I can hear the cacophony of honks like distant geese over the welcome blare of the air conditioner