In October 1996, I went on a weeklong driving trip to Rajasthan with a bunch of colleagues. Some may term this as a case of mild corporate corruption. But my boss sanctioned the trip and accompanied us.
You can read about the trip by clicking this link.
While I remember little of the monuments and places we visited, the memory of the wide open spaces, sitting in the car drinking beer, the music of Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan stay with me.