Some roads take you somewhere. Some roads take you back. A Route 66 road trip does both at once — 2,448 miles of American myth, still drivable, still neon-lit, and turning 100 this November.
India does not ease you in gently. It arrives all at once — the colors, the sounds, the scent — and somewhere between the first jeep safari and the last sunrise, it rearranges something in you. What stays with you most is not a monument. It is the people: proud, generous, and genuinely delighted that you have traveled so far to visit.
