My senses were enlightened to new tastes, sights, and sounds but nothing compared to smells. India had some of the gnarliest odors that ever entered my nostrils. The smell of cow shit on the street mixed with cooked dinner, perfume, smog/pollution, with the countless unbathed people on the train. The train was overwhelming at points. We would be riding and suddenly you would smell shit, then food, burning hair, dead bodies, and eventually a mix of them all... we literally had to sleep with our shirts stretched up over our noses.
lucky Shannon brought his stretchy neck warmer
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For whatever reason I did bring my buff, which I guess if you ever watched survivor, its basically a thin piece of cloth that can be transformed into all types of weird clothing items...I guess I was thinking more on the lines of hiding me from pollution, but it also came in handy for the crazy smells that blow around India. About half way through the trip, thanks to taking open air tuk tuks everywhere, my throat started to roughen up due to the fact pollution mandates are no where to be found in India. If anyone would want to make a killing, just open up a muffler shop in Delhi...well...ok, maybe not...90% of the people probably wouldnt be able to afford one. But anyway, yeah, soaking that buff in water and hanging that around my face most of the time helped start to breath right again...well...maybe it was just a placebo...but I felt better...
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