The last time I passed by, I stopped in some shitty part of town, barely avoiding the new Indian plague called "backpackers" in some inner city-like neighborhood.
This time, accomodated as I was in the Diplomatic Enclave, and getting driven around the broad and tree-lined neighborhoods, I have decided that this is the nicest city in India. I also thought people were pushy and gruff, but on this iteration every encounter has been fairly pleasant.
Separate post on the many new ways backpackers are inducing homicidal rage will follow. Now I must buy a gun.
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I think I'd stick to chucking bars of soap. Or spray guns loaded with old spice *smothers the smell of death* cologne.
Because these *&^#%$ Backpackers stink. Come on people, i know you're on a shoestring, but a bar of soap is the effing cheapest thing you can buy???
~div
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