I’ve spent about three weeks in Delhi now, and love it. It’s a great city, with tremendous energy, good food and a very optimistic feel about the future. But I’ve been hesitant to write too much because this is my first trip to India for any meaningful amount of time, and I’m loathe to, Read More

Me to auto rickshaw driver: take me to hauz khas village, 100 rupees! Driver: points at bag of. (presumably) dinner hanging from the roughhewn handlebars. Me: 100 rupees, man! Driver: (sullen, yet universal sign to get in.) Victory!

Loving the light in the sleeper class on the Agra to Delhi train today.

Honestly, you’d think I’d be used to this by now, but the red-tape and whiplash-inducing reversals of the various bureaucracies of the sub-continent continue to infuriate me. After being told on Thursday that my visa to India had been approved, I raced down to the visa services center to drop off my passport. That, Read More