India: Roaming the streets

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Navigating a city by foot in some of Asia´s most modern, sophisticated and clustered cities is truly a spectacle in itself.  It´s a sensory overload, stimulation magnet and life fully thrust into the fast lane with a population density that is ridiculously off the charts.  In Seoul, during rush hour, it´s a clustered incubus of Hyundai cars all going nowhere at the same time.  In a city such as Ho Chi Minh, you´ll find a sea of motorbikes all scouring the road in what seems to be an endless maze of confusion.  However, in India it´s just a whole new realm.  It´s a different ballgame.  It´s just infinitely more insane in every way plausible.

Imagine what it would be like to be negotiating your way down an impossibly narrow lane of an Ancient bazaar in modern times.  Designed hundreds if not thousands of years ago for a population of locals FAR fewer than what exists today with simpler modes of transportation and a slower pace of life.  It would have been DAMN hectic even back then.  After-all, this is India!  Fast forward to modern times with a populace that has mushroomed FAR (astronomically) beyond initial capacity, a transportation system that now includes a plethora of clogging motorized vehicles to go along with the old methods of transportation that are still in use, sprinkle in a host of wayward animals along with a tourist hoard and you´ve got ABSOLUTE CHAOS ON THE ROADS.  It´s functional anarchy at its best and a disaster waiting to completely implode at its worst.  At any given moment you along with a wayward, independent or cart-wielding cow, ox, monkey, donkey, mule, camel, horse, cat, dog, car, truck, tractor, rickshaw, auto-rickshaw,  motorbike or bicycle NOT TO MENTION one of the zillion locals walking by foot might be inching for that shred of space that doesn´t actually even really exist.  If that wasn´t bad enough there is just this sense of kamikaze urgency for each and every person, creature or machine to get somewhere faster than anyone/anybeast/anymachine else 😛  Horns are firing off in such reckless abandon that you aren´t even able to place where it is coming from let alone distinguish it from one sound to the next.  Rickshaws, bikes and motorcycles are zooming about in reckless wantonness weaving in and out, zigzagging all over and darting from one place to the next as if this was a video game where infinite lives and chances exist.  On top of that the streets are full of eyesore rubbish piles, animal and human feces piles (no typo here), decaying structures and at times open manholes that one could potentially slip on, into or under.  No rules seem to exist for etiquette, order or structure.  There are few if any stoplights, traffic police or emergency vehicles.  It´s just survival of the fittest in the most stringent and stressed of artificial environments.  For those not lucky enough to escape it unscathed the evidence is right there before your eyes – creatures, humans, vehicles looking battered, worn down or limbless.  YIKES!  I´m not even kidding.

As challenging as this all seems it´s been truly amazing (otherworldly at times) pounding the pavement in some of India´s bazaars.  I could definitely find more comfortable ways of trying to take in the country and avoid the chaos of certain areas but it just wouldn´t seem right in my mind.  This is the way I like to explore places and in India it offers up a whole new experience – shock to my system – or whatever else you´d like to call it.  It is what it is and it sure is fascinating for those brave enough to give it a try.  Essentially it is just INDESCRIBABLE INDIA at its best/worst/most raw form 🙂

Samuel Jeffery

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About Samuel Jeffery

Samuel Jeffery is a perpetual backpacker, youtube enthusiast & author of a quirky blog who loves to travel and explore new culture and territory while connecting with other nomadic souls. WEBSITE PHOTOS YOUTUBE VIDEO
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