“Mil-mannered Abe, however, is Tarzan of the traffic jungle. He knows the strict species pecking order: pedestrians are on the bottom and run out of the way of everything, bicycles make way to cycle-rickshaws, which give way to auto-rickshaws, which stop for cars, which are subservient to trucks.
Buses stop for one thing and one thing only. Not customers- they jum on while the buses are still moving.
The only thing that can stop a bus is the king of the road, the lord of the jungle and the top dog.
The holy cow.”
You got to love Sarah's self-deprecating humor, and this is one wonderful journey of her crazy adventures in India. Never boring, this is full of her account of her religious trips in India and how she tries to stay sane in this country.
"When Jonathon finally returns from Nepal I pick him up at the airport. He's shaking by the time we are home; he says driving with me is scarier than being in the Taliban-controlled streets of Kabul." - Sarah Macdonald