Cruising with Kannaki
Traveling via rickshaw is an amusement park ride. But, be warned, there are no safety bars on the Indian subcontinent. Hold on and prepare for a trip into a video game. Forget terrorists. They're minor. It’s cows, trucks, buses, whirring rickshaws, marauding pedestrians and a family of four on a moped that are likely to turn out your lights around the next bend. The rain was so deep last night our driver had to double back through random alleyways before we drowned. No headlight, then the electricity all over town went out. Drops gushing sideways through the canopy in buckets, oncoming traffic splitting in a mad last second rush around us, all moving objects, save for cows, laying on the horn - bovines being the quiet unmolested random sacred islands drifting where they please, with all currents shifting within inches of their horned heads. Wow. Forget sky diving. Just go for a drive in India.
8/15/2003
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