The Heat, the Dust, the Constantly Blaring Horns
May 18th 2011 India freaks me out. This morning I was sitting in the nice outdoor restaurant at my hotel, eating breakfast and having a deliciously milky sweet South Indian coffee. The restaurant is shaded and cut off and green, because there are large trees just across the road. But it’s India, so it was hot even at 8 am, and already car horns were blaring nonstop on the street below.
I was reading the morn
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