I didn't know what to expect

But it's more than that.

The driving is honking his horn as we pull up to the gate to pay the parking fee. Oh boy.

We pull out of the airport and onto a dark road. It's teeming with cars, bikes, dogs, dirt, hovels, cows, motorcycles, hovels, fruit stands, hovels and more dirt. There's no such thing as lanes. Rickshaw cabs are zig-zagging across the road. We nearly kill pedestrians dozens of times. The car zooms, then stops, people walk by the windows, lights glare and then the car zooms off again.

Shack after shack of simple stands selling Dog knows what. Sometimes it's fruit, sometimes it's something cooking, other times I don't want to know. There are thousands of people lining the road, manning the shacks or riding their bikes or who knows what.

Dante knew this place.