India offers tourists unmatched access to perception-altering sights, sounds, and flavors. Forget The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel; The Darjeeling Limited; Slumdog Millionaire; Eat, Pray, Love; Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom—these movies don’t even begin to reveal the real India. To understand India’s quirks and irks, ceaseless cacophony, and amalgamated intrigue, pity, and revulsion requires a visit.
Despite popular belief, neither cow nor buffalo are worshipped in India; one visit to the country is enough to convince even a blind vegetarian of this simple fact.
One of the best things about being an avid reader is discovering most writers, journalists and editors have a great sense of humor. Although content on the Robert J. Richey blog often includes some playful banter, a sense of whimsy, and occasionally droll satire, it often lacks the darker sarcasm found in our home—much to the chagrin of the big thinking, rocking hot spouse. Thankfully, news outlets everywhere provide a sufficiently combustible mix of solemnity, irony, and mockery to ignite one’s self-restrained stockpile of cynically sarcastic juices.
Our arrival having slipped to stern less than a week ago and no good coffee having passed our lips, the streets beckoned us to stroll amid pedestrian and motor vehicle alike in search of a decent cuppa joe.