Showing posts with label roads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roads. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Forget the mini, it's how many people you can fit in an autorickshaw.

Group taxi autorickshaws (there has to be a more catchy name than this) are slightly bigger than the autorickshaws you usually see within cities. These are intercity or intervillage rickshaws. Much cheaper and much more crowded than the ones in the cities.

In the one I took, there was the driver and three people in the passenger seat. Me and another guy shared the seat, whilst the third guy sat on the floor, reading a paper. Cramped is not he word!

In the back, two rows of seats opposite each other, should seat six but usually eight adults, plus anyone they can fit inbetween. That's countless kids and bits of adults. Well, that's the view from outside.

For me, it's the Delhi-Agra road that's king of fitting the most people in an autorickshaw. These had people hanging off the back and sides. How they manage to go with all those people, I really don't know.

Here's an another fun rickshaw sport.

http://out-route.gloriousnoise.com/2007/01/the_dangerous_world_of_autorickshaw_raci.php

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Road by horn

As I sit here, at the back of an internet cafe in Bhuj, India, I can still hear the road. This is common as it's 'road by horn' in India. It's one of the three 'needs' for driving in India;

First you need good brakes
Second you need a good horn
Most importantly you need good luck.

The skilled Indian driver uses his horn repeatedly, sometimes tapping out a nasty tune other times fist down hard 'Get out of the F-ing way'. The horn can be anything from hello; hello - I'm overtaking; hello sir - want a lift; watch where you're going; come-on; hello gorgerous; and probably much more.

Horns have different sounds as well; there's the nasal sheep horn, the wet continuous fart horn, the angry pig horn, the angry man horn, the pup horn, the elephant roar and the train coming the tunnel horn.

I'm not sure what Indian nerves are like. Mine, have been shattered. They were shattered from day one and now the remains of my nerves get a workout each day.

If you ever come to India - bring ear plugs.