There are very
few rules for driving (drive on the left side, edge out who you can
because a bus is bigger than a scooter) & surprisingly few accidents. What
may look like 2 lanes is utilized as if there are five. The car horn is not
reserved for special occasions but in constant use to tell everyone you're
taking over. So it should be no surprise that I, the foreigner, had my own
accident on our way to Delhi. I dozed off and didn't brace myself as the bus
came to a screeching halt to pay a toll. I fell from the back of the bus onto
the floor and in the process, gouged a chunk out of my shin and broke my pinky
toe. I can still walk a reasonable distance, but I'm very careful not to do too
much.
After that
exciting ride, it was quite a relief when the bus pulled up to our first taste
of America -- the Holiday Inn. We stayed on the 13th floor. This was, by far,
the best accommodations. Our rooms were above par for even a stateside hotel
and we learned that our tour guides had finally lifted the ban on
eating fruits and salads.
Our agenda in
the morning was to visit Gandhi Smriti. This is where Gandhi
stayed during the last few months of his life. He fasted for peace here,
and it is also the location where he was assassinated. Tushar, Gandhi's great
grandson first showed us the room where he fasted and the area in which he
conducted meetings. Afterwards, we made the somber walk to the site of his
assassination. Tushar gave an emotional explanation of the events of that
fateful day and then each of us, in our own way, paid respects to Gandhi.
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