Coming back to Delhi almost felt like coming back home. There were people and noise and the goat smell vanished. It was also a miracle that I survived the journey.
Travelling Companion and I drove back to Delhi from Manali. By that I mean we were passengers for 13 hours. I have never been so close to death so often. Apparently a healthy heart is a terrified one. I am really, very healthy now.
Until this point I had only experienced the poor and middle class version of Delhi. I had gone shopping in markets, eaten piping hot street food (I am pretty sure I fell ill over the most delicious aloo and paneer parathas I had ever eaten and would instantly eat them again) and travelled in peddle tuk-tuks.
Now, everything was about to change.
The whole point of this India trip was to finish it off with my…
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