delhi: briefly
i blame rupert murdoch. i never thought that the seemingly invincible moustache hegemony that held sway over all indian youth (male or female) for years would be vanquished, but a couple of years of the bold and the beautiful and every youthful lip is bald. gutting. fortunately, some things never change, and i was graced with a particularly lunatic bud taxi driver (with, i'm pleased to say, a corking tasche) for my drive from delhi airport to paharganj. clearly a devotee of some cult of the cabbie, he seemed hell bent on achieving martyrdom in the taxi driving cause and taking me with him. somewhat hilariously delhi now has traffic lights, cars with indicators/ brakes and even a bus lane (unsurprisingly bereft of buses... they get to drive wherever they want anyway): as if schumacher singh and his driving pals take the slightest bit of notice. never has 40km/h felt so quick.that's the thing with indian driving, you're always going at ridiculously slow speeds, which is why only ten people a day die in delhi. it's a bit of information you have to remember when crossing roads: there are never any actual gaps, so step out onto the road and back the onmeandering vehicles to avoid you. actually maybe it's only wise to remember the former fact (people go slow) rather than the latter (people die anyway) if you want to get anything done.
after an hour and a half of bureaucracy, i now have a rail ticket up to shimla so i'm going up to the hills. tomorrow. at 6am. damn! i'm going to bed...
posted by bicrom @ 10:13 am
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