My 5: Delhi.


1. Paharganj, March 2004. Just west of the New Delhi Train Station, this frenetic backpacker ghetto is a real assault on the senses, especially for the uninitiated. Wild street dogs, legless beggars, scampering shoeless children, relentless touts, shops, cafes, guesthouses, DVD shacks, mobile phone huts, restaurants, travel agencies, food stalls and Internet cafes; it was my first day in India and I didn’t know what had hit me.

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