We walked down a hill, past seated bulls flopping their tails, to a street that looked familiar, and up to where we were yesterday, near Govinda’s on Palace Road. I felt good from having showered and shaved, albeit sweaty. Jan told me about a friend of his who had a straight-blade shave by a guy… Continue reading The Value of Self-Importance; or Hating, Then Loving, Canadians
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Daniel Adler Back in Delhi
As the bus drove away from the whitecapped mountains, I remembered my veranda, and the sunsets and evenings I spent alone, or walking upstairs to Shira and Junko, or going to Tom Yam Thai, passing time, living, writing, eating, reading, all soft and shaded by orange gloaming or bright mountain sun. I’m already gone. Now… Continue reading Daniel Adler Back in Delhi
Daniel Adler In the Sikh Capital of the World
When I got off the plane I didn’t have any plans. Go near the Golden Temple and figure out where to stay. So I asked the information desk and the guy working there, a Sikh with an orange turban, said there’s a free shuttle to the Golden Temple and you can figure it out there.… Continue reading Daniel Adler In the Sikh Capital of the World
Daniel Adler Evaluates Kolkata
My grandma calls Kolkata the cloaca of the world. Before visiting I called it an armpit. And the main reason Dad wanted to come here was to see how bad it is. Because this is where the rickshaw was invented, and it’s one of the few places it still exists, where the runners are little… Continue reading Daniel Adler Evaluates Kolkata
Why Not To Worry While You Travel
We took a chook-chook (auto rickshaw) to Qutab Minar, a World Heritage Site, mosque, column, ruins, very sacred, 800 years old, and as soon as we bought our tickets, Dad realized he didn’t have his hat. I had taken the bag from him in the chook-chook, and the hat was in the bag, he said,… Continue reading Why Not To Worry While You Travel
Daniel Adler (And Dad) Stop Being Tourists In Delhi
I like Mumbai’s New York energy better than Delhi’s L.A. style. The latter is so sprawling, you need a car (or rickshaw) to get anywhere, and people are wealthier in a “You’re only going to Paris for five days?” way, whereas like New York, Mumbaians just pay more to be in certain scenes, and go… Continue reading Daniel Adler (And Dad) Stop Being Tourists In Delhi
Daniel Adler Lands In India
Westerners always smile about India. “Go there,” they say, “then you’ll see. I spent three and a half months. The smells, the colors. Oh, I’m jealous. You’re going to have such a great time.” Others take their experience in the subcontinent the way you’d take a beating. “Don’t look them in the eyes,” they say.… Continue reading Daniel Adler Lands In India
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