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Rickshaws, tuk tuks (three wheeled vehicles), taxis,
bicycles, trucks, busses, motorcycles, pedestrians,
skinny dogs, and an occasional cow all vie for space
(seemingly the same space at the same time, although my
Western sense tells me this cannot be) On the one
way narrow streets, which when lined with merchants
selling their
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challenge to negotiate. The only hope for survival
of both the sane and insane is the horn and bell, which
one honks and rings in an endless racket, announcing one’s
careening approach. Surprisingly it all seems
to work, and with few temper flare-ups and only an
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It is important to remember in this Hindu country that if a
driver has to make a decision of hitting you or a cow, you had
better move with focused haste.
The business district is only slightly more convenient.
The streets are wider and they are paved. The rules of the
road is the same with the addition of higher speed, greater
smoke from the diesels and perhaps a shorter life span.
The Roadhouse Cafe is known for it’s Dalbot. The Dalbot
is exceptionally good and consists of spicy and thick lentil
"soup" served with rice, chicken, and spicy vegetables.
I could do without the Led Zeppelin blaring in the back
ground. It detracts from my pristine cultural
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There is a small crowd on the street below my window watching
a couple of men lulling Cobra’s out of their baskets, swaying
to the music mesmerized by the undulating flute. Just
down from them, a young boy with colorful caged birds is
hawking his small feathered captives. A man with no
legs, sitting on a wheeled board, pulls himself with knarled
hands along the dusty road. The same women, I have noticed for
the last few days with her child at her side, works the crowd
with her bowl. |
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