Expect the unexpected
It hits you. The noise, the smell, the pollution, the heat and the people – all 1.03 billion of them. The air was a thick mix of exhaust fumes, incense, curry, cow shit and body odour. Delhi is no place for personal space.
With a backpack over my shoulder and helmet in hand, I began to wonder what I’d gotten myself into. I’d never meant to do this alone, but my travel partner (an English girl I’d met in Uganda) was in a London hospital. So here I was – just one billion Indians and me.