Travel to India - Part I
Somehow, somewhere in the Universe, several planets aligned. I don’t know why, I’m not entirely sure HOW, but someone somewhere decided, “ Hey – lets send Chris Scott to India . ” This will chronicle my descent into what I have discovered may be a sauna somewhere in hell. I don’t mean to imply that India is an unpleasant place, only that the devil probably visits here when he needs a spa day. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself – lets start from the beginning. It started with a delightful limo ride to the airport. Everything was packed – toothbrushes, socks, passport, and a large bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos. This was great. I shared the vehicle with my housemate and coworker Ellen Cuny. That was a lot of fun. The car ride was quick and there was almost no fear of death. The things I take for granted… So, we hopped out of our vehicle and into the Tom Bradl...