Heels on wheels

New Dehli, 05 12 1994, "You enjoy that beer"? a Surinam voice asked me yesterday while I was waiting in the queue for check in, turning around I had to look up to face this 6 food 10 tall skinny black bloke. Arriving at the airport in New Delhi I asked him and his Dutch lady to share a taxi downtown, a good way to bring the price down. Like so many other things in India taxies are quite a uniformed affair, big black Ambassadors with yellow stripes. The brakes don t work but the driver seems quite experienced at changing the gears to slow the piece of rust down. Camel drawn carts, wild holy cows and stray dogs, heavely loaded trucks and even elefants with their hahouds, middle class owned four seaters and more of that shit dominate the streets with women dressed in saries and high heels expertly dashing in and between the trafic. Their seems to be no order in this madhouse and pedistrians must risk their life trying to cross the streets.