India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.

India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.

India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.

India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.

India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.

India. On the Road.

It’s difficult to describe the experience on the Indian “highways” without laughter and astonishment. I wouldn’t rent a car there in my life. No one using the signal lights, people simply honk. The signs and the marks on the roads are simply for decoration: no one stays in lane. In three lanes I saw five to seven different vehicles not mentioning some animals. When our bus had to make the left turn, the driver assistant simply stuck out half of his body into the window and waved to the vehicles behind us to wait.