Pictures from my first couple of days in India. Check’t.
Some late night neat light
These dudes had some dogs that I hung out with later. Shit was fresh.
In Soviet West Bengal, basket of Samosa comes to you!
The architecture is fucking rad.
These birds are trying, in their way, to be free.
More neat architecture
I can’t escape this dicknose.
Apparently, Vietnam is not the only place in the world that’s into Ho. Thing is, this was built back when West Bengal was Communist. They’re much less sympathetic, now.
I… don’t understand.
I see, now. I have gazed into the abyss. I will.
This is my bathroom. The room is just as sweet.
You want glass? We got glass.
This dude almost hit me.
Buses and shit.
Refurbishing while you wait.
Mein Gott, I wanted to drive one of these…
I can’t even drive one of these…
Some of the wall coming through
Cyclo guy doesn’t fuck around.
This kid had three thumbs (in total)
This chicken just went to heaven.
Gristle is delicious.
This dude drug me around the market and showed me some stuff.
Those intestines were still digesting and that heart towards the top right went on beating for minutes.
Who wants to be here less?
Kids love the freaky shit.
This is a shot of my hotel’s sign. Chewing tobacco is very popular here; those little packets on the left side of the photo are different brands of chaw.
This kid makes bread all day long near my hotel.
Chai pots, kettling.