When My Mother Heard I Was Traveling Alone to India...
Sporting loose brown pants, 100 rupees in my left shoe, 3 layers of wrinkled shirts, a money belt tucked under the second shirt layer and looped through my pants, glasses, frizzy hair running amok, old sneakers and an alarm in my pants pocket, I exited the hotel gates.
Joanna Zelman, Contributor
Executive editor, The Dodo