DRIVING a vehicle in India is, for all intents and purposes, quite similar to exiting your vehicle in the Kruger National Park at a lion sighting, strolling over to the pride of cats, and saying something utterly appropriate, in an Indian accent, such as: “Hey kitties! How about a selfie?”
There you’ll be, driving on a ‘highway’ at 120km/h, constantly changing lanes to avoid the neverending line of slow moving trucks, when, inexplicably, you are confronted by a tractor, driving towards oncoming traffic, on the very same road. Really.
Lanes? Who needs them? In the city, a two-lane road quickly turns into a sixlaner; trucks, buses, cars and motorcycles all competing for the same piece of tarmac. The hooting is as consistent as Eskom’s ability to stuff things up.
Yet…
