ENTRY FIVE — July 31st 1986 India Bombay: is almost indescribable in its intensity, assailing all the senses at once. As you arrive in the East, what strikes you is that everything — down to the smallest detail — is radically different! You're now in an alien world. Sights, smells, sounds, all compete for attention. Our taxi inched slowly through the dense traffic, horn blasting, eddies of people washing around us, cyclists weaving their way in and out, heedless of the larger vehicles. Tiny three-wheeled auto-rickshaws putt-putted past like toy cars, fitting into infinitesimal spaces. The odor that is India pervaded everything: a sweetness of sandalwood mixed with burning cow dung, and just a hint of spicy food
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