|I made it to India!|
Delhi is like nothing I could have ever imagined.
I touched down at DEL around 8 pm Saturday night, rummy from the long flight and bleary eyed due to my protesting, overworked contact lenses. Despite the haze and a stiff language barrier, I somehow managed to make my way through a gauntlet of finger printing, photos and signatures finally culminating in my very first passport stamp and a green light to enter the country. After months of trepidation and nearly 24 hours of travel time, I had finally made it to India.
Just outside the airport I was met by Ashwani from Cross Cultural Solutions who instantly put me at
|My first introduction to India traffic was...terrifying.|
|These guys take being a courier to a whole new level.|
|Trucks are often elaborately decorated and all include|
the same closely followed instruction: Blow Horn!
|Typical street view.|
|Rickshaw - Coming in Hot.|
|Holy cow (just to keep things interesting).|
|As a nurse, it made me cringe every time I saw families loaded onto a motorcycle without helmets - including babies.|
There is a law that requires the motorcycle driver wear a helmet but even this is not closely followed.
|Crossing the street - frogger style.|
|India traffic reminds me of a Richard Scary children's book. Now to find Goldbug.|