The Olfactory Pleasures of the Bus Ride to Work

Since my digital camera is currently out-of-service here due to the lack of adequate plug adapters (and I fear it will not be connected to a power outlet for many moons to come), the amount of photos at my disposal is sadly reduced. Therefore... just short of blatantly copying and pasting all of my flatmate's photos in here, and taking advantage of my photo-less existence, I thought it high time to bring another facet of India alive (which is not communicable through images) - all the smells.

So, on the way home from work last week, with my head plastered to the gap in the window.... I recorded. (in chronological order.)

smoked ham without the honey
concrete dust
sweet gas
sticky coconut candy
sweat
rotten acidic peppers
sweat
marinating chicken
old bananas
grubby 5-year old kid's hands
sweet corn
plummeria
lemon scented bleach
cinnamon
chile spices
worn rubber tires
smashed pumpkins
suave shampoo
mable syrup
starch
stale meat

Not too bad for an hour long ride through the city... although it was only 7 km.