I rode a motorcycle 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 So that was awesome. You have no idea how many times I have heard Americans say, god they’re such crazy drivers, they’re gonna kill us, that type of thing. I like to say, they’re such GOOD drivers. India forces you to be a great driver; you can’t help it. Now this is how it works ranked from the worst to best I have ever experienced, East Coast drivers, sorry Aunt Marcie, Europeans, sorry Kate, West Coast drivers, and lastly Indians haha. Our taxi driver jokingly said, “When you’re driving your most important thing is your horn. When driving you need a good horn, good brakes, good shocks, good tires, and good luck.” When you’re on the road if there is one lane there will be two lanes of traffic, if there are two there will be three. It has been said many times here that the lines are more of a suggestion. I love driving here, but my mom is a little different. One time we almost ran over a monkey and she grabbed our driver’s arm. She has since been exiled to the back seat. Walking is the hardest part of India because, you see, pedestrians don’t have the right of way at all. You would think that cross walks are nonexistent,
and trust me These aren’t scary. Until they are going about 80 kilometers per hour straight at you.
I wonder what a camel would do if you put in downtown Delhi.
My camel? Lucky he wasn’t a race camel. Yeah, I said race camel. Don’t believe me?
Well believe me now?