Almost as many motorbikes as in Paris, but not more.
Of course, drivers attempt to protect themselves versus pollution with their scarves.
This one on the top doesn’t wear an helmet, though it is compulsory… For men only.
The waiter I talk to every morning during breakfast invited me to have a cup of coffee a few kilometers from the hotel, as there was a Starbucks there. He would have driven me on his motorbike. As an attempt to kindly refuse, i said I don’t have an helmet. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to”. Of course.
So here they are, again, seating like amazons on the back seat of bikes. While men can look upfront, they get no other choice but watching at the very present instant.
As you can imagine, many beggars on the road, knocking at car windows to get money.
One of them was selling soap bubbles machines, a fairy moment in the cacophony of Delhi.
when cows get better treatment than humans…