That's it, India has my heart in her hands. Even though by the end of some days I want to run back to a much more sanitary and sane place I've decided to stay and live life on the crazy road. I've traded in my clunky Keen shoes for this gem of a Rickshaw, and am really getting the hang of the whole bartering with my customers thing. Of course I always ask 3 times as much as their ride is worth, and then after several head bobs I agree for twice as much. The exhaust is kind of an issue, but when my nose gets clogged I just shoot a snot rocket out the side and try to miss my passengers. There is much to be learned in the art of horn blowing!
ummm, did i get this right...you traded sensible footwear for a new life as a rickshaw driver? wow! i wanna ride :-)
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