Words & Pics by David Lee
The tour operator, Muzaffar Shah picked me up from the hotel the day I arrived in Delhi. On leaving the hotel’s gates, I was immediately plunged into the chaos that is India, a place that is most spectacular in every way from the povert to the national monuments. The temperature in Delhi in June is near 110 degrees, and the air is dust dry (much like August in Phoenix). Outside the hotel gates there were people absolutely everywhere; milling about on the side of the road; packed 20 at a time into three wheeled tri-shaws; jammed by the dozens onto truck beds; standing in corrugated tin shacks selling every imaginable product from dried fruit and spices to blow driers and waffle irons. Of course, if you have seen or read anything about India, this is exactly what you expect, but it still shocks the senses.