Today I am embarking on my fifth trip to India. In less than two years. Needless to say, I am fascinated by and enthralled with this exotic, over-the-top country.
I have been hesitant to write about it for a couple of reasons. Much of what I love about India seems very private and personal to me and exposing that makes me feel vulnerable. The other reason I haven't written about it is I was saving material to be published. And while some of it has, events and adventures I find interesting are not necessarily interesting to the editors of Conde Nast. Who, after all, wants to read about Kender Nath, the Nepalese man who sat on the floor of my hotel room in Mumbai drinking tea and watching me work. Or the mutant cow I saw outside of a temple in Pushkar with an extra hoof sticking out of its back (just 30 rupees for one picture). Or my tug of war with a monkey over a rose garland a holy man placed around my neck. Or watching the 88-year old Maharani (once voted one of the most beautiful women on earth) arrive at Rambagh Palace to entertain Prince Edward.
So, I am going to write about my adventures, both past and present. If you're interested, and would like to come along, please do.