As the sun set, it lit up the Swan Range casting nearly a mirror reflection on Clearwater Lake.
In New Delhi, India, the summer air is heavy with humidity while the stifling heat serves to wring every last bit of magic out of a gin and tonic, long on gin, but short-changed with precious ice. The smog can be oppressive, hanging over the ancient city like a bad dream. The constant racket of the rickshaws' (tuk-tuks) horns and bells can wear on the traveling soul, like fingernails dragging endlessly down a chalkboard. The sea of humanity seems to have no beginning, no end. Waves of people, ebbing and flowing with the tides of daily life. But the cadence of the city is enchanting. In places...
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