Three feral dogs approached us in the midnight gloom. Scruffy and ragged but not menacing. As we exited the Delhi airport with our tour guide for the next week, a Mr. Surhinder Singh, we were told to expect many more of these dogs. I immediately thought of the rabies shots I could have gotten in the states.

Our hostel, a decrepit YMCA, was our first experience in India. As a plus though, it had AC. (Never underestimate this invention).

The next day, July 13, was full of sightseeing and experience.