I met my new walking partner, the Indian nature photographer Arati Kumar Rao, at the militarized India-Pakistan border, and we walked almost 15 miles along the Grand Trunk Road to Amritsar. Amritsar is the spiritual capital of the Sikhs.
The road was sweltering and shuddered with traffic. It funneled a sustained explosion of engine noise. The first thing I noticed about India was the sacred cows wandering loose everywhere, and the second thing I noticed was women riding motorbikes. That wasn’t something you saw in Pakistan. The women wore fluttering garments of fire-red and cobalt blue, and they looked like acolytes of pure color bent on some god’s errands. Arati marched without complaint through her blisters on the boiling tarmac. When I offered to carry her pack, she nearly karate-chopped me in the neck.