One last India

I forgot that I wanted to add some humorous observations I made while in India.

I. Geno and I were traveling by rickshaw and were passed by a motorcycle. Being passed by a motorcycle isn’t unusual, but being passed by a motorcycle with a 5 year-old standing up on the back seat is. His father was actually driving, but this kid was standing up on the back, no helmet, waving to the passing cars. Yes, waving to cars – meaning he wasn’t holding on to anything. One hand was gently placed on his fathers back and the other hand was giving a heart wave to everyone they passed.

II. Another rickshaw ride – there was a busy section of road (well all sections of road are busy in Delhi) and standing in the middle is an old man, smoking a cigar, directing traffic. He certainly wasn’t the traffic police, but there he was – pointing to random cars and directing them which way to go. No vehicles were actually heeding his advice, but no one seemed shocked by an old man standing in the middle of a busy road trying to direct traffic.

III. We were driving to Agra and through an intersection rumbles a large truck. Well, it would have been a large truck if there was more than just a frame to the truck. All that drove by was a metal frame, engine, wheels and the driver up high where the cab would normally be. The driver had a seat and a steering wheel and nothing else – no covering, he was out in the open. It was like a Flintstones truck. I thought this was strange until coming back from Rajasthan I saw about 20 more of these frame trucks. I have no idea what they do, because none of them were carrying anything. Maybe they are driving them to the next assembly location.

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