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They don’t normally look this cool or this clean. Being driven around Delhi using “the force” to guide them means that generally they are covered in scratches, dirt, cow shit and dents. I’ve only published this picture to perpetuate the myth about the joy of foreign travel.
The reality involves taking your life in in the hands of a surly gentleman who you are going to pay about 20 pence to drive you through traffic that makes Hangar Lane roundabout look like the village green.
The “spiritual” element of India seems to be derived from the fact you spend large amount of time shouting “Jesus Christ” as you auto rickshaw hurtles past a bus, the tyres being so close that you can feel the draft from the wheel.