Friday, January 13, 2012

Journey Into Space, Part One


Transportation in India is a funny thing (a dangerous, sociopathic, psycho thing). As of today, I have ridden rickshaws (both cycle and auto), a charter bus, the actual bus (of which you have to fearlessly jump on and off in motion), a car, the train, the metro, a camel, an elephant, an elevator, an escalator, etc. The daily route to school consists of two rickshaws then the metro. Each component is fun because first, you have to hail the rickshaws, make sure they don't cheat you because you're foreign, and not panic because they all drive like nothing you have ever seen before (after India, you will never again be stressed in traffic. There is no road rage here because otherwise everyone would likely die from constant anger-caused brain aneurisms). Then, you must get on the magical metro (which is surprisingly smooth like the butter on the muffin). The metro is fun because you don't even have to hold yourself up--the bodies of other people do it for you!

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