Episode 2 begins:

Pappuji approaches the group and he and other the men have themselves a little chat. They both motion for us to pile into Pappuji’s little car. We’re hesitant. We don’t trust anyone at this point. But we make the decision that, should the need arise and they were in fact plotting on us, we wouldn’t mind attacking Pappuji and end up on the New Delhi nightly news. 

I need to describe this scene for you. Looking back, I wish I had taken pictures but I was in no condition to do that at the time. But picture the 4 of us, huddled together, standing amidst what amounts to a back alley, the last year’s worth of trash from all the surrounding buildings has spilled over into the street, been rummaged through and pulverized into the ground….then image all the stray dogs in your neighborhood….the sickly, mangy and malnourished ones, roaming around looking for scraps, add them. Alright now, imagine some emaciated looking cows roaming the streets nearby….and then add some men, who are closing in on you from all sides, ambushing you with souvenirs, water, other random stuff, others basically pointing and laughing. You got it? Are you feeling kinda like you would if you showed up on the first day of school topless and then maybe you were kidnapped and dropped of in the middle of the desert with no water and no compass?? Ok, then you’re there with me.

We reluctantly squeeze our hips into Pappuji’s tiny car. The taxis in Dehli look like this:

 See Episode 3 for the rest of the story.