India - Another Travel Edition
Whenever we travel abroad, we just expect that some level of adjustment will be required. Our trip started with a delay, sprinting through the airport, a 2 hour customs line, luggage that didnât make it, and severe fog upon arrival. That part, though, didnât phase us.
See, as I explained I an earlier post, Indians drive on the left and the steering wheel is on the right. There are really no rules, expect stop on a red light. Animals, mainly cows, wander in the middle of the street. Dogs cross at whim. At heavy intersections, beggars tap on the windows asking for money. Little kids sell balloons, books, pens, and show of their acrobatics in hopes of a handout. We learned to just not look.
Horns have all kinds of meaning. Thereâs the friendly âhere I amâ and the long blast meaning âstop you idiot.â Horn noise is constant. But that is no road rage. No one gets angry, and you even see drivers laughing. They also donât play on the phones at all. Driving here takes too much concentration.
There is no space. Yesterday, we counted 10 lanes of traffic where 6 lanes are painted. I did not see a car that wasnât scratched up one or both sides, and bumpers all had dents. Even when parking, a pedestrian canât squeeze between the vehicles. And itâs even closer when on the road moving.
But the lack of rules cause catastrophe. 150,000 people a year die in car accidents. We are shocked that only 14,000 of those are pedestrians. Literally, people just walk out in the street.
We saw a cow get hit by a bus on the highway. We hit and killed a bird. We saw at least 3 different accidents, and another where a guy ended up laying in the highway after wrecking his motorbike. Only one person stopped to help him back up.
Dogs routinely run around on 3 legs. We saw at least 4-5 people on crutches or with no legs at all. I saw lots of people with mangled toes, because even when driving rickshaws they wear flip flops.
We are so thankful for Sumit. I truly cannot wait to be back on the safe roads of the US.