I’m coming to terms with the end of my trip. I met a young man named Aaron last night at a Couchsurfing event a six-foot two German girl invited me to. It was the kind of thing I used to waffle over attending when I lived in New York: should I get on the subway… Continue reading Daniel Adler Comes to Terms With the End of His Trip (And His Whispering Schizophrenic Self)
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Daniel Adler Eats Silver in Rajasthan
On a jouncy five in the afternoon bus to Kota, I shut my eyes, burning from desert dust, while wind heated my face like a hairdryer. I chose the back because my bag had to have a seat, is far too big to put up in the baggage racks. I grunted noticeably when the bus… Continue reading Daniel Adler Eats Silver in Rajasthan
Daniel Adler At An Indian Wedding
Daniel walked to Roshan’s shop slightly after six. He waited there and watched the end of what must have been 2012, a clearly terrible movie despite the very nice notion of all surviving humans returning to the continent whence they originally came. Roshan played bad Indian music and showed him pictures of attractive American girls… Continue reading Daniel Adler At An Indian Wedding
Daniel Adler Rides Through Rajasthan, Thanks to Rich Indian Friends
I sat in the air conditioning and laughed at how cool it was, how I’ve been depriving myself of the pleasure of being temperate and not sweating. “Come to my house,” Roshan said, “And it’s like this all the time.” Because Roshan is fair-skinned, and his father works for the narcotics department, shipping opium to… Continue reading Daniel Adler Rides Through Rajasthan, Thanks to Rich Indian Friends
The Value of Self-Importance; or Hating, Then Loving, Canadians
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
Adding Entropy to Experience in Udaipur
As I sat on the back of the large took-took, Jan sitting in the middle and the driver in the front, the beauty of travel struck me. A white-turbanned old man passed us on his scooter, we rolled past signs that said Eye Doctor and Lasik, and the town was abuzz on Friday night for… Continue reading Adding Entropy to Experience in Udaipur
Feeling the Heat in Pushkar
I woke up at 445 to catch the Shabtadi (Paradise) Express to Ajmer in Rajasthan. Despite heat, my sleep was deep and impartial. I dreamed softly of home amid the whir of the fan and the honk of motorcycles streaming from outside. I had fallen asleep at 830. I took a rickshaw to the train… Continue reading Feeling the Heat in Pushkar
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 (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
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