From Jared’s recordings during our stay in India.
You can’t count to 5 without hearing a horn honk.
Your snot turns black, your eyes burn, and you breathe heavy like you recently started smoking a pack a day.
You get a nice hotel room and the bathroom has four floor drains – all with mothballs on them to keep the creepy-crawlies out.
You get a not-so-nice hotel room and the bathroom has a hole in the wall to the outside large enough for any rodent known to man to pass through.
The hole is in the upper left corner next to the tiny hot water heater which had to be turned on 20 minutes before use.
Driving through town you look across the lanes and see: car-motorcycle-car-bicycle-cow-autorickshaw-dog-motorcycle-motorcycle-motorcycle.
Cows on the right.
In this case they are water buffalo.
The traffic is always bumper to bumper and door to door.
You get a “double” hotel room and that just means they pushed together two single beds…and kept them made separately.
You don’t see any women working in clothing stores, but you do see them hauling bricks and digging on construction crews.
A typical sari “counter”.
The sari shelves.
Even on the street, men sell saris.
The women would carry these huge bundle of sticks. It was incredible.
Street signs, except for ads, are non-existent.
The bigger your vehicle, the more right of way you have. Good luck crossing the street as a pedestrian.
The more people crossing the street the safer it is. So crowds move across the roads rather than individuals.
Pickups are nowhere to be found. Hauling things is a job for bicycles.
The biker/hauler is on the left. You can see his pipes and his tricycle.