Ah the backpacking in India, so much Type II. The horrible smell of the cities in the heat, pushy cab drivers, hard negotiations with shop owners, the noise, th

Ah the backpacking in India, so much Type II. The horrible smell of the cities in the heat, pushy cab drivers, hard negotiations with shop owners, the noise, the constant sweat. Basically full time continuous attack on all senses. Travelling in fetal position on tiny bus seats for 12 hours with 1 short break. Or on rooftop for many hours, seeing burned buses and cars on the side of the road. The list is endless. How did I survive that? When can I come back to it?