Adventures in an Ambassador

The other scare, of course, was the crazy Indian traffic. However, by the end of the eight hour trip, we can all safely say that we now have a fairly good understanding of the "Indian horn usage etiquette guide"...it is not as random and purposeless as we first thought...there is a definite system which all drivers know and abide by (unless you're a big truck and then you can do what you like!).
The major road south from Chennai started out as a four lane highway (two each way) and as we were making good progress we were planning what to do upon arriving at our destination early in the afternoon. These plans went out the window as soon as heavy rains started beating down and the road deteriorated to two lanes of potholes connected with sporadic bits of bitumen. 'Two lanes' was also a generous description, as each vehicle attempted to find the path with the least potholes, with priority given according to the size of the vehicle. Only a few small kamikaze cars flaunted this 'rule of size' which even the multitude of roadside animals seemed to obey.

Labels: Chennai, Kodai, Kodaikanal, Tamil Nadu, Tiruchapalli, Trichy
2 Comments:
Hi all,
Love the photo of the reincarnated Morris Oxford circa 1955. My dad owned an Austin equivalent (same BMC stable) in the 60s. Hope the rain, potholes, animals, coffee and Astrid's singing keep the Ambassador driver awake and on the none too straight and narrow. Any sign of the sought after ice cream Lorraine? Keep well and enjoy your continuing adventure.
Love - the senior Shanksies.
Hi Lorraine and Andrew
Interested to read of your exploits. I don't think I would volunteer to drive in that Indian traffic and on the Indian "Highways". We had a great holiday in Phillip Island and I took many photos for paintings.
Not sure about that Indian food - I'll stick to Aussie tucker.
Much love
Grandad
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