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The tour driver motioned for me to sit in the passenger seat of the 4×4. I was ready to go when he insisted that I buckle my seatbelt. I usually put it on automatically, but after a week and a half in India, I’d gotten used to the fact that every car I sat in […]
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India

At 4:15 am, there wasn’t exactly the abundance of autorickshaws that the hotel receptionist had claimed there would be, but after a few moments of worry, I found one. The driver tried to take advantage of my lack of options by quoting a price that was three times what it took me to get the […]
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