Postcard #3

Today, my tiny fear of an unknown place and the fatigue of travel and (mild) illness did not encourage me to leave the apartment. Though still amused by the honking cars, crossing the road is perilous since the traffic laws are taken more like suggestions. Pierre’s driver assured me that it’s fine to run a red light between 11pm and 6am. Even during daylight hours, crossing the main drag to get anywhere is terrifying since I still haven’t figured out which way exactly the cars are supposed to come from. That’s why I use the buddy system, I lurk on a corner until you find a person trying to cross and follow them. This very same afternoon, walking to the shopping center, I saw a cow and her calf rooting through the detritus on the side of the road. Later, the mother and her calf crossed the street heedlessly in rush hour traffic. No rules for the bovines. I took that as a cue to get back across the street before waiting another 5 minutes for a break in traffic. In some respects, I have just as much of a chance of being ran over by a scooter here as I do in Paris, only in Bangalore I won’t even see them coming.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *