Northeast India - Manipur to Darjeeling - 2016

This area marks the beginning months of my severe diarrhea, but also of my travels through the Himalayas.  When I crossed the border from Myanmar, there was no immigration or checkpoint of any kind on the Indian side.  I had to cycle 30km to a town where I went into any doorway that looked at all 'governmental' and eventually I found an immigration officer who sat with me on a roadside bench and stamped my passport.  As my bowels began to liquefy, it immediately sunk in: I'm now in India

A broken, hand-painted sign was the extent of India's border security

My first room in India, no electricity: 1.50 usd

Presumably because the Indian military is busy slaughtering tribal dissenters 

The food is quite delicious - unfortunately it takes months of building up the immune system before one can enjoy this food without diarrhea

Cows are sacred creatures and can come and go as they please

These giant murals were painted on a bridge next to the main market in downtown Imphal.  Undoubtedly this is the brainchild of some government official who genuinely wants to 'clean up' the city - an induction into the mysterious world of 'Indian logic'

The foothills - my excitement for the Himalayas is mounting

A family in Nagaland put me up for a night to escape the torrential rain

Among the clouds, where the sounds are original