Meet our driver, the guy with the over grown moustache. He is ruthless whenever he gets behind the wheel and he will make sure that we get to our destination feeling sick. It is not entirely his fault but India's traffic is totally unimaginable to those who has never experience it. There are no rules on the road especially as to how one behaves on it. You are expected to cut queues and jump red lights, even so, that is still considered tamed to the locals. Once compared, the traffic in Malaysia is easily measured to the relax space of a Zen Garden.
It does take an Indian to drive in India. I would not have made it in one piece if I was given the responsibility to maneuver my company through this unpredictable chaos. As you can see, our driver seems to have lost most of his scalp hair throughout the long painful journey. He drove us around New Delhi, drove us to Jaipur, Agra and back to New Delhi. If you ask my opinion, I would say he needs tons of rest and 5 cans of beer after this trip just because we decided to cramp a 3 day trip into a 2 day trip. Even I was exhausted from travelling.
So what did we do that night? We knew that our driver wasn't happy with what we made him go through. We wanted to get back to New Delhi from Agra by train but in India getting a train on the very same day is virtually impossible. He had to bring us back eventually. I sensed his frustration through his lack of communication. So what did we do that night? We took photos with him to cheer him up. Oh, before I forget to tell all of you, we saw a beggar on the way back to our hotel that night. He had a paper plate in his hand and he was going from rubbish bins to rubbish bins to collect his food. It reminded me of the buffet that I am used to.