As I plonk myself on the yellow couch at Stops Hostels in Delhi, I am joined by Jenny, Ginger and Pepper and together we sink further into the large soft cushion. The three resident dogs cannot be better mascots for backpackers from around the world as they are quite the touring cavalcade themselves, having arrived just a week earlier from Varanasi. The blast of cool air from the air-conditioner nudges us to a comatosed half-hour snooze in the middle of a hot May afternoon. In those 30 minutes, five different travellers contribute to belly rubs, affectionate coos and behind-the- ear scratching, while a plan to visit a Parsi eating joint in the evening ensues.

