Shiva the Destroyer
The road to Thrissur is marked by sharp curves and an abundance of potholes which seem to magnetically attract the three wheels of our rickshaw. Bouncing along the highway with the infamous Indian traffic is a hair raising experience. Catastrophe awaits precipitously around the corner. A few kilometers faster around a turn and Shiva's hand of destruction can snuff out the D(harma) Bums. We stare helplessly at potential tragedy as a bus comes careening around the corner; it's backside struggling from fishtailing and wiping out the chariot of d bums in the approaching lane.
Night approaches and sheer madness ensues. People and animals are everywhere along the roadside in the darkness of the night. Traffic obeys no rules and the horn is the only defence against imminent death. We pull into Thrissur, find a hotel, eat a meal, and drink to calm the nerves frayed by initiation into driving in India at night. Poor Bastards!!!
Posted at 07:00PM Dec 28, 2006 by D Bums
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