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Martine at the wheel

Once upon a time I decided to stop struggling (like walking for half an hour in the industrial area / open air loo when there is a strike, waiting for half an hour under 45 degrees because the rickshaws are full etc.) and to buy a car. Yaaay! A car! 


Once I had explored the various options of cars in my budget, I went to the showrooms. And there, I was offered to try the car! Whaaat? What do you mean? What for? Oh! You think I'm gonna drive the car myself?? You’re maaad! I don't know driving on the left hand side to start with and secondly have you seen the traffic?

The sales guy probably understood nothing of my protests and simply gave me the keys and sat in the passenger seat. Well, if you take it like that my friend, let’s go!! But don’t complain if I break it okay?


I was so energized by this crazy adventure, that I did not only drive one car but two! And without any accident!


Then I decided on the car, paid etc.


India,Delhi,driving,car,trafficAnd one day, I had to pick it up. Past the ceremonial of the signatures, a guy asks me if I want a swastik (the Hindu cross). I hesitate for a second, it would be funny to see the car pooja (ceremony) but if it takes too long I will be stuck in the traffic and since this is the first time I am driving alone, not such a good idea...

I did not escape taking photo with my vehicle (immediately printed and framed, I kid you not), flowers and caramels. I am a little disappointed they did not sing the song (see the checklist of delivery below)...





The drive back home went well... Apart from when I had to make a u-turn and the steering wheel started to swing from top to bottom... Ooooops... And also when I had to remove the key (there was a small feint)...

I did so well that I now hesitate to take a driver! If the Indians can drive, so can I! (No offense here, in India you can buy your driving license, no need to know how to drive…)


And in the next morning, I hesitated a lot between going back to my rickshaw stand or driving. But like when you buy new clothes you are not sure of, it is better to wear them immediately. So I drove!!

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