(Excerpted from Chapter 6: Egg Curry Mind Control: The Grateful Unrich: Revolution in 50 Countries)
Bombay 9-15-88
As the plane makes its descent, the sprawling shantytowns come into full view. I walk out of Bombay Sahar Airport into drenching humidity and the most wrenching poverty I have ever seen. After brushing off several hotel touts and dope peddlers, I decide to walk the couple of miles into Bombay. I stride nervously out of the airport parking lot, where a man sits waiting in a wooden cart tethered to a mule. Continue reading