The Red Horse

Slowly, slowly getting through photos from India.

When we flew into Kolkata we were met at the airport by our fellow rickshaw runner Billy, who then took us by taxi to the train station to make sure the tickets he had arranged were legit. After navigating the throngs of people flooding into the station we found our way to the appropriate desk on the 4th floor and got the ok on the tickets. That sorted, it seemed a good idea to go off in search of a cold beer and some food to kill some time before our train later in the evening. Here’s a few photos from those hours, wandering the streets of Kolkata and getting our first taste of India.