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(Mo Mo Cave)
Paharganj (aka the Traveler Ghetto) always confused me, even though I stayed there on three separate occasions over the course of seven weeks. Nowhere else in India did I ever find myself lost, even that night I wandered around dead drunk after a house party in Rishikesh. But Paharganj's seemingly identical alleys, entrances often hidden, seemed a little tough to navigate, especially in the heat.
I wrote this blog post on my first day in India, lost and sitting in the Everest Bakery Cafe, chatting with an Aussie girl and a Scot in his forties.
(Mo Mo Cave)
Paharganj (aka the Traveler Ghetto) always confused me, even though I stayed there on three separate occasions over the course of seven weeks. Nowhere else in India did I ever find myself lost, even that night I wandered around dead drunk after a house party in Rishikesh. But Paharganj's seemingly identical alleys, entrances often hidden, seemed a little tough to navigate, especially in the heat.
I wrote this blog post on my first day in India, lost and sitting in the Everest Bakery Cafe, chatting with an Aussie girl and a Scot in his forties.