Indian Sojourn

Call it mid-life crisis, call it taking advantage of an opportunity, call it what you will, I left my job and spent the last couple of weeks being a bonifide tourist.

I joined two friends in Delhi, who had flown in from New York, on the 28th of August. We had a car and a driver, some plane tickets and some rough ideas, and away we went.


This post is just by way of introduction to the sojourn. There are thousands of pictures and lots of stuff to share. I may be writing this blog for months to come, if only as reminisence.


The trip was filled with surprises and contrasts. It was very real and in your face and surreal and enigmatic and sometimes like a scary movie and sometimes like a Bollywood pastry.



There was architecture: ancient, old, classic, vintage, modern, contemporary, silly, and just plain bad.








There were all sorts of places to look at and live in and sleep in: castles and forts and temples and mosques and markets and ruins and hovels and flea bags and mansions gardens and and even boats.





There were landscapes unbelievably flat, and precipitous inclines to make you swoon.



There were days of water everywhere, in pools and lakes and seas and cascades.
There were places so dry and arid, and places so full of salt that the great sea of water couldn’t wet it.












There were critters: camels and elephants and always loads of monkeys.









And of course there was Hanuman, right from the start. He followed us everywhere, devoted as he is, and gave us strength and laughter.