Today at about 1:30 PM I hit the wall of jet lag tiredness. We were in a restaurant, Bamboo Shoots. The kids had school today, and Lesa had work. After taking care of some things around the house, Jon and I launched on some errands. We stopped in sector 110 to stop at some market stalls to get a shower head — a replacement for the one I broke. Chauhan, the driver, got the shower head.
Having a driver is obviously a new experience for me. Driving here in Delhi and Noida is a very different experience. (Sadly, I cannot find the blog I was reading when I was in the states — but an expat did a post about the traffic in Delhi — how all of the horns are simply a buzz of communication between cars — so I do NOT claim this observaton as my own.) Horns are a constant. While one might be driving on a two lane road, people drive as if there were five lanes. Bicycles, auto rickshaws, bicycle rickshaws, cars, trucks, scooters, and pedestrians all vie for spaces in the road. They travel at different speeds, so cars may shoots past the slower vehicles, yet the bicycles, scooters, and rickshaws sneak though narrow passages between stopped or slowed larger vehicles. Horns seem to be a way of saying, “Hey, I’m behind you, so don’t swerve out.” It actually seems like it is a kind gesture, not malicious. It looks to me like there are constant near crashes, yet the drivers are clearly very skilled!
Lesa and Jon’s driver is Chauhan. He is Rajput, and he speaks very good English. When I got in the car after arriving at the airport, I conceptualized him like a taxi driver. But Lesa and the family treat him like one of the family. We all chat with him as we drive. He is great with the kids, and he has a great sense of humor. He is also like a constant tour guide. When we went to the market to buy some groceries, Chauhan took me to get the paneer, which was at a tiny stall consisting of a small chest fridge. Then we bought some fruit.
Which reminds me — the mango is amazing! It is the sweetest and juiciest mango ever — so refreshing.
Anyway, today I bought one outfit at Fab India. Lesa suggested I try buying there before the adventurous markets. Tomorrow, I meet Ramona, a fellow traveller Lesa found on some message board. Dinner time: paneer and veggies.
Update: Here is the outfit I got at Fab India. I thought the colors went well together, but when my cousin saw it, she said, “oh, mismatched is in!”