What Lonely Planet Didnt Tell Me. I was wide awake, but I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling. The blowing dust and blaring traffic pressed on relentlessly, muffled by the double paned glass. I felt trapped in a bunker in the comfort of my hotel, unable to face what waited for me outside. What have I gotten myself intoI had managed to delude myself into thinking Id be able to just bop along through India unaffected by the crippling population density, apocalyptic pollution and sheer chaos. Im tough, I thought. I can totally handle it. Id thought I was prepared for the culture shock after hearing stories from my Indian friends, reading blogs about India Garren and I even watched a Bollywood movie for research purposes, of course. My Lonely Planet guidebook even made it seem easy. Watch Paper Towns Online IMDB. I felt trapped in a bunker in the comfort of my hotel, unable to face what waited for me outside. 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There were some things in India that drove me crazy, starting withTrash. Every street was lined with garbage that was often swept into piles and lit on fire. The pungent smell was everywhere we went. Smoke hung in the air. How did it all get there I felt like I was the only one who noticed it. Would it really be so hard to put out a few trash cans The trash bothered me so much, that when Garren and I had some empty ice cream cups and couldnt find a trash can anywhere, I belligerently insisted we carry them back to our room despite the truck loads of trash we passed by on the street. Smog. Blue skies were elusive in India. PCTV/34/1000007134/PCTV-1000007134-vl.jpg' alt='Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' title='Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' />Mumbais skyscrapers dissappeared into fog smog. The forecast for the day was I kid you not smoke, a result of pollution in the air from exhaust and the burning of trash. Lovely. Mumbai skyline disappearing into smog. I didnt edit this photo at all. This is exactly how it looked. Sunsets were consistently anticlimactic with the sun dropping into a dark grey band before escaping below the horizon. Curious about the phenomenon, I learned from Wikipedia that there is such a thing as the Asian brown cloud, a massive brown cloud of air pollution that hangs over South Asia and is visible by satellite. Eww. The things you learn when youre bored and jetlagged at 4amBeautiful sunsets turned sour as the sun fell into a grey band of smog. Rides through the streets of India meant weaving through auto rickshaws, mopeds, and cars, all spewing grey fumes that hung in the air. Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' title='Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' />I played the game of taking a big breath whenever we emerged from a cloud of exhaust, then holding my breath as long as I could until the air cleared again. Often it didnt and I begrudgingly inhaled. I may as well have attached a breathing tube to an exhaust pipe. Commutes ended in a pounding headache. Bring ibuprofen. Traffic. It often took an hour to travel just a few miles. I/815ymyoT3HL._UX425_.jpg' alt='Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' title='Watch The Snorkel Hindi Full Movie' />Indian roads and highways were a jumbled mess of every possible vehicle from cars and large trucks piled high with cargo to pedestrians, bicycles, cows, goats, and chickens. Here we have a hand pushed cart, an auto rickshaw, a truck with an overflowing load of grass, a moped, and a bicycle pulled cart. The family of goats was behind me. Cars drove on the left side of the road except when they didnt feel like it. I also found that the only way to stop a motorbike from passing us was to point my camera out the back window. 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One particularly bad example was when we tried to get from the center of Hyderabad to the outskirts of the city to meet my sisters boyfriends family. Andreas boyfriend, Sid, spoke both Hindi and the local language, yet we still could not get a taxi, auto rickshaw, bus, or private driver to take us. Empty taxis refused us because we hadnt booked in advance, so we downloaded the taxi booking app using precious data only to find that we couldnt complete a booking because we didnt have an Indian phone number. SighYou might say, OK, so get an Indian sim card. We tried and failed. Apparently you have to be a current resident, not just of India, but of the Indian state youre currently in. For hire Yeah, right. Still trying to get to Sids family, we tried to catch a bus but there werent any buses heading that far outside the city. We finally found an auto rickshaw that would take us as far as our hotel and then we tried to hire a private driver from there. No luck. No one wanted to take us out and wait around to bring us back. Why was it so difficult to hire a cab Transport woes inspire me to take pictures of garbage. Poverty. The USA has its share of slums, but they are so isolated that Ive never seen them. Americans either dont know they exist or forget they ever knew. But in India, the wealthy, the poor, and everyone in between live in such close proximity that the contrasts were glaring. Opulent skyscrapers and regal palaces stood across from crumbling concrete buildings and houses made of corrugated metal and tarp. Wealth was displayed openly and proudly, perhaps as a memory of the Old India before imperialism robbed the country of its riches. Mercedes gleam in luxurious storefronts facing decrepit concrete buildings. Mumbais real estate is some of the most expensive to afford in the world. Slums fill pockets of Mumbai while new construction displaces families and businesses. The wealthy look on from tall skyscrapers. There werent as many people begging and hassling us as I anticipated, but it did happen and they were quite insistent. I had to turn my heart to stone to ignore some of their pleas, but I knew the darker secrets behind many of the beggars. The sad reality is that children are sometimes snatched from their families and trafficked by a begging mafia, sending them out in troupes to beg on the streets. Children are forced to hold babies that arent their own, or are sometimes maimed to make people feel sorry for them. I knew throwing money at the problem would only perpetuate it, but I was kept awake wondering what their lives were like.