O.K. jump right in, were back. Chaos starts right on leaving the airport, we love it. iPad out, does the rick-shaw driver understand the map I’m showing? Never fear we arrive and begin the hunt once again. Dark, hot dusty warehouses. Exploring wonderful galleries with a cold drink, meeting old friends and new. Always the sense that, that something special will soon show itself if you look deep enough.
Hot rickshaw rides after a tiring day. How after awhile it all flows and you become part of the rhythm. Another bus, another train, you arrive, hot tea on the street in in the predawn. Oh India! it get’s in your blood.
