The title was sage parting advice from a friend. Is there any luggage really worth having in sweltering heat and a suffocating crush of humans?
Almost 10 years later and here I was...back in line at the pre-pay taxi stand...well 'line' is a bit of a stretch...more like 'wedge shaped crowd of pushy people'...it was only 5 am but already the rivulets of sweat were running down my back and I felt like a 4 day old bandaid. Tired and grimey.
Got to my hotel finally.
Cockroach in room count: 1.
1 is in the 'acceptable/to be expected' range.
I'd been up for >36h with no sleep. (If I can't sleep in a bed why would I ever be able to sleep on a plane??)
Hello Delhi. You haven't changed at all since I last saw you! You are still a pulsating mass of people, bony animals, thick dust, brownish smog, vivid sari's, sleeping beggars, road side barbers, and government officials standing on road sides. You are horns and incense. You still have ineffective ceiling fans, dank internet cafe's, rickety scaffolding, and Hindi music blaring out of tinny speakers.
It's good to be back. It's great to see you. What do you have in store for me this time???