I'm sitting in an apartment i Delhi. I just had the most amazing taxi ride ever. have you seen the beginning of the Darjeeling limited? it was just like that, only way more intense. I think I was even in a similar looking taxi with a Punjabi driver. Even tho we were heading tword on coming cars, barley missed a few pedestrians and cows, I felt really safe. Everyone is very aware of the dysfunction, so people expect other drivers to do ridiculous things, so they're always ready for it. (not from this entry, but I've been here 18 days, and been in an auto rickshaw almost everyday and I think I've seen more accidents in the US in 3 weeks than here. I haven't seen one accident here). on a highway with 2 lanes, they fit 5 cars shoulder to shoulder, or even more auto rickshaws, or even more motorcycles. (may I also comment that with the traffic worse than LA I have not been STUCK in traffic once. everyone keeps moving and using any available space, on the road or off). There is no order here... it is very much chaotic, but as my dad would say, it's "poetry in motion". The taxi guy must have honked the horn 100 times in our 20 minute ride from the airport.
On the way to the apartment, they kept commenting on the bad smell in certain areas we were passing. I found everything smelling INCREDIBLE! New smells, smells I didn't think were possible. good smells. (Aaron wouldn't survive here tho)
when I got to this apartment 20 minutes ago, they gave me green tea. Feels like home already.
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