Well. India has succeeded in coaxing me from my crouching, pouting, worrying posture. This evening, Yuki, Chiara, and I took an auto-rickshaw to the end of the metro line and rode into the Chiandri Chouk district of Old Delhi. Both experiences were a complete surprise. The metro was bizarrely out-of-place: clean, new, and secure, you could have been fooled into thinking yourself in London or Vienna. This was very perplexing ("where are all the people?!") until after I had walked through a magnetically-operated turnstyle, frisked by a woman with a baton on her hip, and scanned my bag under an x-ray. It seems that this convenient, cool refuge was too well-guarded to admit anyone but the most confident. Then, we stepped above ground at the Chiandri Chouk market and met hot, wet, mayhem. No experience prior
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