It was the smell that hit me first when I got off the plane in Mumbai. I had had vague memories of scenes, incidents that had happened on my first trip here 11 years ago but I had forgotten the smell and suddenly it all came back. Walking the streets of Bombay you are constantly smelling something... a constant stream of insence, sewage, spices, smoke, gas, rotting waste...unlike anywhere I have ever been. Everything has been so surreal what with booking my ticket less than 2 weeks ago and not having any logical reason to go to India other than following my heart on a whim that I got off the plane thinking Oh God, what am I doing here? Fuck. Please let Adam be waiting for me. And there to my enormous relief was Adam
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