It’s weird that I’ve been here for nearly two weeks – the time has really flown by. I’ve actually also really enjoyed blogging, even if it’s only served as fodder for friends and family to mock me!
There are certainly a lot of things I was hoping to write about, but I’ve just run out of time. A few quick things though:
Motorcycles are the primary mode of transportation for most people here – I would have to say conservatively that motorcycles and scooters outnumber cars by about 8:1. Having said that, I’ve identified five basic combinations of people that can usually be found riding on these motorcycles:
- One person (usually with helmet)
- Two guys (usually no helmets)
- Man driving, woman sitting on back side saddle (man with helmet, woman with no helmet
- Family of three (Sitting on the bike in the following order: Child, Man, Child, Woman
- Family of four (Sitting on the bike in the following order: Child, Child, Woman holding child)
The Head Waggle (or Bobble) seems to be another thing completely unique to India. It’s basically a head shake that has multiple meanings. The waggle is achieved by moving your head from side-to-side slightly by moving your ears, but not your chin all while keeping your shoulders still. Some people’s waggle is more pronounced than others, making them look more like a booble-head doll. The waggle is usually given in response to a question, and can mean yes, no, I understand or just OK. Problem is, as a westerner you have no idea which one of those meanings they are using the waggle to convey. The best part is when one of our US professionals who have been here for a few months starts to do it!
Crossing the Street had to be one of the most exciting/scary things I’ve done in a awhile – it should really be an extreme sport on ESPN X Games or something like that. As I mentioned before, there are almost no lights, no street signs, and no one pays attentions to the lanes or anything like that. And there are certainly no crosswalks or anything like that. You basically just walk into traffic and make your way across like something out of the video game Frogger. Too the Indians defense, they won’t hit you, but as an American it’s still completely crazy. I crossed a street a few times on Sunday when we were out shopping, and a couple times I thought I was just going to be found in the middle of the road sobbing five months later.
I’ll do an India trip wrap up later, but for now it’s back to work!