My first business trip to India was in the early 2000’s. I really didn’t know what to expect, but wow was the entire trip something of a “redpill moment.”

(Thread, photos sourced from the internet)

As soon as the airplane begins it’s descent you can smell the piss and sweat and feces. I’m not joking. You can smell the city at 25,000+ feet inside an airplane. The stewardesses walk down the aisle spraying air freshener but the announcement says its for insects or something.

So I’d guess 2/3 or 3/4 of the population of Mumbai lives in what you’d call a slum. And they don’t have toilets. Landing there is a tremendous shock to the system.

After landing I found the airport had no AC (since remedied but hey this was a long time ago). After making my way through a frankly mind-numbing immigration process in the poorly ventilated, sweat-smelling air I got my backs and headed out the exit, which looks like this:

Fortunately as a respectable wage cuck for literal @WokeCapital I had a 7-series with driver waiting for me.

What I hadn’t realized was that I was going to spend 2.5 hours in that car, much of it crawling or in stopped traffic inside slum alleys or on roads just next to the slums. You won’t believe the scenes, dozens of people tapped on the passenger window or would just stare at me.

When I finally got to the hotel, I was relieved to see that part of the city looked quite a bit nicer. It was still run down but there was something of a view and the hotel itself was better than most places in Manhattan tbh (low bar I know but still, ok?)

I took a shower thought ok, Halifax old chap, this is gonna be fine. Let me stretch my legs. I went for a stroll down the water.

At first it was ok. The air was dusty and smelled but not as bad. I walked for about 5 minutes and then saw an obese woman in a sari carrying a trash bag over her shoulder. Then, I saw her throw the trashbag over the sea wall and into the sea. WTF!!

Pretty soon a woman with a kid approached me and made a motion with her hand to mouth like she needs money for food. I gave her a few dollars with of Indian rupee. Big mistake. Oh boy was that a mistake.

Out of nowhere I kid you not 2 dozen beggars appeared. Heck, idk if they were all beggars some might have just been random people walking around. They crowded around me tugging at my clothes and holding their hands out. I had to run. Back to the hotel.

The guard at the hotel shouted them away and gave me a friendly smile and one of those Indian head bobbles, “Sir, you really shouldn’t give them any money, ok sir?”

Well, I suppose that’s enough for now, but I will continue with more about India in another thread.

@jolly_raptor, “ask and ye shall receive”