Someone, (very clever) once described India as being designed by a 12-year old boy. It is all very loud, and bright and chaotic and funny and dirty and fascinating and exhausting and a bit more loud again. If you have a problem with digesting a thousand and one things attacking all your sense at the same time, then just don't go to India. But if it doesn't bother you to get hit by rickshaws, slipping on cow shit, stepping in urine of unknown origin, getting stared at, having people tugging on your sleeves, trying to think through all the noise, almost suffocating on diesel fumes, marvelling at beautiful women in colourful saris, admiring the turbans of the men, getting hassled, jostled and scammed - then India is your place.
It takes a day to get anywhere, then it takes another day to recover. If I could describe India in one word it would be "exhausting". But so far I'm loving it. Ask me again in four weeks time though...
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