We landed in Cochin around 10:30pm and I was surprised to find the airport was very clean and modern. Not quite as crazy as I was expecting, but in a good way. As we exited, we found the driver from the hotel along with tons of guys standing around in what looked like skirts called lungis. They had their lungis hiked up since it was so hot and humid, and they looked kinda like kilts.
Soon we were on the road to the hotel and I got my first Indian driving experience. Basically everyone drives in the middle of the "lane", until either you want to pass someone or someone wants to pass you. Then some honking takes place as you negotiate who will go where, and that is repeated over and over. As we entered the city, the traffic became a little more congested with more autorickshaws and pedestrians crossing our path. All the stories about how close they cut it driving around here are totally true! The honking gets even more frequent and intense in the city, where I think it also serves as a type of sonar. By hearing where the honks are you can kinda figure out where the other vehicles are to avoid.
Eventually we reached our hotel and went straight to bed, tired from all the flying.
1 comment:
hi there nice to see that u r in cochin.What i have to say that u have got a lot of contempt about we are like this and that.Ya some maybe true some maybe wrong.But then we have a lot of Americans,all will not be true.
What i have to say is that u can have all the fun here.But please say something good about us Indians.U r sarcasam is too much.
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