We step outside

There's a hotel driver picking us up. Turns out there's one for each of us. Whatever. My guy takes my bag and gestures for me to follow him out the back (that's him pulling my bag above).

We get out the door and I'm immediately hit by this intense wave of smog. Deep, particulate-rich, heavy smog. It's unbelievable. Delhi is supposed to be one of the most polluted cities in the world. I'm convinced already.

We scurry off to his car. He dons his white drivers cap and off we go.