As the car door slammed, and I settled into the back seat, all hell broke loose. Two guys climbed in through the front door, waving their fists in my face as they clamored over the front seat, screaming at me.
My mind was fried. My body felt like it had been beaten with a stick. I had naively made the assumption that I would be able to actually sleep on the overnight bus, and arrive refreshed in the morning, not
OK, I was really nervous about heading to India. I’ve heard so many horror stories about traveling there. It’s hard, it’s dirty, it’s challenging … all that. And you know what? I got there, and damn if it wasn’t true.