I always wanted to go to India, and when I finally arrived, I hated it. Truly hated it. For a few days. Too many people, other-worldly traffic jams, dirty, Delhi belly. This feeling went on for a while after I procured a driver to take me from Delhi to Johdpur and places in between, in an effort to see the best of Rajasthan, before I flew off to Goa and then trained it to Mumbai.
In the end, after some reflection, it was a perfect trip to India. I got to see it from the ground, where all the action is. The daily sensory assault can be overwhelming, but once you get used to it, you sort of act like a local and embrace the fact that your driver stopped two inches short of a mother with a newborn strapped to her back, who glared at him but kept going, as if to say, "...nice try, mister big, you can run me over another day..." Or when the stranger admonishes you for not wielding to the cow crossing the road, etc.
India is challenging, but the longer I stayed, the more I liked it. In Rathambore National Park I saw a Bengal Tiger in the wild. At that precise moment, overcome with the visceral sensation of true joy, my life was rendered complete. I did not just overstate the tiger sighting. I have seen a hundred thousand amazing things in my life. but the tiger was pure joy.
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