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Mandrines are squeezed, horns are blown, chapattis are frying, betel nuts are chewed, fabrics are sold, chai is cooked, money is switching hands, prices are shouted and legs are marching determinedly.

You don’t just travel in India. You breath it in.

We’re taking off. Three months in Nepal, and it feels a little bit like leaving home. We’re above the clouds, and Nepal says its farewell with an appropriate encore – an impressive snowy peak peeks between the clouds, with its full magnificence. Nothing compares to it. New Delhi airport. We’re standing in line for passport check, and I can already see the shiny duty free area beyond the clerk. It reminds me of the… Read More