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That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship. Well, ok it wasn’t tropic and not exactly aboard a ship. In fact it was out of Munich aboard a 777 in Business Class on the way to Delhi. Word up. If you’re going to do it, do it in style. My entire trip was spent aboard luxury jetliners in comfort classes (not that Schweineklasse in the back), tin can propeller planes, rickety rickshaws, “pousse-pousses”, patched boats, bicycles, motorcycles, horses, camels or on foot. It’s all about variety, right? My auto-snooze turns on every time I hear about someone who traveled Asia on horseback. I also hear the sound of one hand clapping, but that may be due to some other malfunction. Travel is a sensory experience and I think should be done in as many ways as possible. Sure, do as the locals do as much as possible so you actually get to hang with locals instead of all the other ultra-independent backpackers herding together and clutching their Lousy Planets for dear life.

As I lead a blessed life, my dear friend, we’ll call her Michelle since that’s what her parents named her, extended certain shall we say benefits to me enabling me to travel the world in comfort classes at very low expense. So low you would literally have to sit on the ground and still look down. This played a tremendous role in my being able to experience the world in such vastness and for that I am very grateful.

With about a hundred printed tickets in hand I departed Munich for greater pastures (certainly not greener – if you’ve been to Munich you know they’re pretty green and of course choosing Delhi as the destination would make the idea of greener pastures quite ridiculous). There I sat in my business class seat – oh who are we kidding, that was only for meal time, otherwise I was fully reclined – and when I arrived in this great Delhi I was quickly invited into the chaos of life.

Once I arrived I met up with a couple other random travelers who were headed to the same part of town as me so we shared a taxi. After all, who could afford the $10 fortune on one’s own? A German, French and American sharing a taxi (who says world peas isn’t possible?).

It was glorious. We passed cows, elephants, tuk-tuks and pedestrians all while we were on the highway. In town was even grander. That’s the thing about India, it always gets better. So many people, such variety, the scent of spices, colorful saris and endless opportunities to get into trouble – and yet there it isn’t trouble.

The German got out at the clean hotel (Germans are raised to be very smart individuals) while the Frenchman and I continued on a short ways to that other part of town where hotel rooms were $3 and cock roaches were free. We were across from a theater. Oh, a theater you read. Well, if you read it that way, you don’t know a Bollywood theater. The lines, the amount of people that can be fit into one of those buildings. Of course the night we stayed there it caught fire – didn’t burn entirely down though so it was a successful show.

Delhi was just a couple nights and then more beckoned. It became time for Agra, Varanasi and soon Hyderabad.