Travel to India: Part 2
India , Journal 2: This city is trying to kill me. I’m not sure, but it could be because I have red hair. On the other hand, the fear of death seems primary motivating factor out here sometimes. So far, I’ve had three different sicknesses, multiple near death experiences, and I’ve breathed a poisonous fume that would rival the darkest lands of Mordor. Never before have I seen so many awesome things and so many insane things all at once. The first day was very much a stress test. Sure - I have become accustomed to the toilet with two buttons to flush it and the combination garden/kitchen hose in the bathroom. And yes, I’ve gotten used to housekeeping coming in at all hours with my underpants. Freshly ironed underpants. T hose things are... fine. What I haven’t been prepared for is all the different ways India tries to KILL you. The first day was really a test of death by traf...