My introduction to what is renowned as one of India’s poorest cities was typically Indian, and the car trip from the airport was typically heartbreaking….
Crawling into my tent covered in mud, spew and who the fuck knows what else, barefoot with near-dreadlocks and the world’s worst hangover, I collapse…
I woke up in a haze of stale cigarettes with a comedown that even the hardest of go-ers would despise. It took me a while…
