Foghorns, Fierce Milk, How to Dismount a Camel
Day 1: Foghorns
During our 3-week trip to India over X-mas, Pulao and I went with her family on a 1-week vacation touring the desert state of Rajasthan. We set out from Delhi at 7 AM and the roads were foggy. Extremely foggy. Like white sheets flapping in a cloud. Of milk. Bleached milk. White sheets floating in a cloud of bleached milk and marshmallows, all rolled up in the proverbial pea soup. But really white pea soup.
Our driver, Hari Singh, seemed unperturbed by . . .