I am giving you two different people for Just One Person Around the World this time: both of them are auto-rickshaw drivers in India. Here we are in Chennai. Just discharged from hospital, I’m on the first leg of my journey home to England. Look out of the front window of this auto-rickshaw and you’ll see the crowded streets that were more or less my last view of India.
This driver was an amiable enough companion, but on my very first day in India, jet-lagged and more than thirty hours without sleep it was a different rickshaw driver who offered me my first taste of Indian hospitality and friendship as I tried to come to terms with the impossibly busy streets of Bengaluru. You’ve seen this photo before, but my first friend deserves his fifteen minutes of fame.
Here’s what I wrote in my diary that day. ‘When I finally set off with the intention of exploring for the morning, I hadn’t gone too far when I was picked up by an auto-rickshaw driver. He could see ‘Arrived this morning’ tattooed across my forehead. He offered to show me round for Rs 10. Well, I wasn’t so green as to believe that’s all I’d spend, but I was exhausted and it wasn’t an unattractive proposition. It was such fun! He proved an amiable guide, whose English, while obviously hugely better than my Kannada often led to mutual incomprehension. He had an endearing habit of describing all the sites we passed as his; ‘This is my Parliament Building … This is my Royal Palace’. He hared me round a variety of sites, and waited while I ‘did’ Bengaluru Palace’ – slightly seedy and where I was personally shown round by an Aged Retainer, and where I noticed a herd of cows in the Royal Gardens.
It was that morning that I discovered that all auto-rickshaw drivers have entered into Arrangements With Shops. The kind of shops, selling textiles, carvings, carpets, jewellery that tourists are expected to make use of. It is their duty to take unwitting passengers there. Reader, I got off lightly (though I did buy something, and kept my friend happy), and learned an important lesson, that ‘No’ must be said with conviction, especially on Day One of a one month trip. What backpacker can lug bedspreads all over South India for four weeks? Later that day, a less accommodating rickshaw driver, on realising that it was fruitless to try to tempt me out shopping dumped me without warning in the middle of a poor part of town (Where? Where?) and left me to get on with it.
Nevertheless, I greatly enjoyed this somewhat basic mode of transport. My friend had had his for fifteen years, and I see no reason why it won’t still be going strong.
It was only a week later that I found myself sharing an auto- rickshaw, designed to take two passengers at most, with three other people. But really, we weren’t trying. Any morning that I was out and about as school started, I would see auto-rickshaws, in total denial of any kind of Health and Safety considerations, disgorging four, six, even ten children at the school gates. Look at the rickshaw here, behind those smartly turned out schoolgirls.
Later, when I visited Thanjavur, I found traditional rickshaws drawn usually by one very wiry, elderly man on a bicycle. While understanding their need to work, I couldn’t bring myself to have them haul me around, and in any case, the town was manageable enough on foot.
I look back on this mode of transport with great affection. Nippy, affordable, and with opportunities for cheery conversation, I can’t think of a better way of getting round the confusion which is an Indian city.
Wow! And how DID you get back to your hotel on that day when you were dumped out of the rickshaw?
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The worst of it was that by then I only had a note worth not far short of £50 – useless in an area like that. So I had to find somewhere to change it down. Then I remembered the name of the main road near where I was staying, and once I’d had a mooch round, got a rickshaw back there.
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Mrs Resourceful
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What an adventure you had I am full of admiration for how you managed! Thanks for the pictures.
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It was a case of needs must. Anything was easier than crossing a main road there, which was really frightening!
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Oh what an experience, Margaret. I wouldn’t have known what to do if that was me being dumped.
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You definitely would. Because what is the alternative? Necessity and all that …
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And it is harder too because you speak another language.
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It was more of a problem in an area like that, but in general, Indians do speak English as some level
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Margaret, this is a super darling Monday Window…. love your story and thank you for appreciating these hard-working, little-earning rickshaw drivers.
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With only one exception, I enjoyed the company of the drivers I met. As you say, they work extremely hard for not a lot, and driving in Indian cities can’t be easy.
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What a fascinating reflection! Better yet, I loved it! Especially since I’ve never visited India – but we matched my imagination.
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It requires an energy I fear I may no longer gave, India. But it was a fantastic experience.
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You can buy a brand new rickshaw for £5,000. I’ve arranged for a nice young man to come round and demonstrate one for you!
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Peter, that’s fantastic. I’m going to arrange crowd-funding immediately. And as it was your brilliant idea, I know you’ll dig deep to help me out 😉
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Did I mention I have Scots blood?
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Hmm. Very diluted though?
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Yes, with whisky!
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Wow, this is so interesting! I doubt I’ll ever get there, so it was fun to read about your adventures.
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We might all have to put up with rather more Virtual Travel these days. It’s nice to revive old memories through the blog.
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oh this is such a wonderful post Margaret – you are so adventurous!
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A good bit was funded as a sixtieth birthday present by my family, so I had to get a few good stories together.
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You have the best family 🥰
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Wonderful story, so nicely told. Thank you for the ride. And, of course, thank you for showing windows!
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Thanks Ludwig. I only wish I understood where WP has hidden your logo.
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Have you looked in your Media Library? I will take a look and make sure that logos and other stuff is up-to-date and easily accessible on my site. A long overdue chore. Thanks.
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I uploaded the image from my media library. And the block shows on my draft, but not in the Real Thing. I think the WP gremlins are out again!
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Yeah, “block”-gremlins. My post was scheduled but did not publish. Success must have gone to WordPress’ head – this used to be great.
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Fascinating account about the numbers of passengers and great photos. When you shared did you join or were you joined? Is there a local etiquette for sharing? I see the girls in the white uniforms were managing the dusty dirt considerably better than the white cow!
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For one week I was on an organised trip, visiting organic set-ups – tea, coffee, biodynamic farming out in rural areas, and so that was when I shared the odd rickshaw
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What marvelous stories and times you must have had there. 😀
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It was unforgettable.
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Margaret, I loved reading this post! And, thank you for sharing it on One Person From Around the World too! I have never been to India, but I would like to go! These experiences are trying but memorable! When we went to Turkey a carpet salesman followed us around for three hours even waiting for us after a museum tour so he could hound us some more! I was soooooo rattled. But, then I came across a woman sitting on a bench, who spoke English, when more salesmen came round…..She said to them in a voice you could hear 3 miles a way……..No, I have all the carpets I need thank you! She was FIRM and LOUD and they all slouched away and we had a lovely conversation…….
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Firm and Loud is definitely the way forward! Yes, if we’re not brought up to it, bartering’s horrible isn’t it? Anyway, my next post is also for you, and included elephants!
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Oh Goodie! I was also going to ask did you spend time in the hospital in India! As a RN I would also be interested in knowing about that!
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It was quite a story. It began here: https://margaret21.com/2019/07/06/indian-journeys-a-local-train-journey-with-a-dramatic-ending/, and continued here@ https://margaret21.com/2019/11/19/sri-balaji-hospital-chennai/. I never knew what the problem was. Not Delhi-belly though
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Oh, Margaret what a story! It is interesting to see their hospital care is very similar to ours! But, a heck of a lot cheaper! AND it seems when one is down and out, there is always someone there to help! Beautiful people!
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I was very lucky. And the hospital was lovely in a nicely old-fashioned way.
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I just reappraised myself of the story. Not the best of endings, but thankfully you’re here to tell the tale 🙂 🙂
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And at this distance, it makes a good story.
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🤣🤣💕
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Do you know I have never used a rickshaw? Despite travelling in India and Thailand and even South Africa’s Durban have them. But I did use a taxi to take me around sites in New Delhi (on my second visit) which was very cheap AND he didn’t leave me stranded either OR take me shopping! Unlike a previous taxi driver who insisted we (OH and a friend) would like to see carpets!
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I went in a taxi once, but – nah – I could do that in England.
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😊
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I love your Indian memories, Margaret! What a resourceful woman you are.
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Nice of you to say Clare, but … you do what you have to do when occasions present themselves don’t you?
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Of course! But some people cope better than others. 😊
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Very interesting, thanks for sharing
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Thanks Joyce!
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What a great read and photos, capturing exactly the sort of thing I enjoy about India! I’m glad you managed to find your way out of the area where you were dumped – that can’t have been a pleasant experience. But it’s great that it hasn’t soured your overall impressions of the country and its people. I’m off to read your posts about your misadventures there now 🙂
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And I did just read the post about being sick and ending up in hospital rather than your flight home, but comments are closed on that page so I’ll do so here instead. What an experience! I’m glad you emerged unscathed eventually but it must have been so scary to be ill and alone in such a foreign country.
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The worst bit was worrying about money. I’d lost my flight home and needed another (in the end necessitating another internal flight). I didn’t know what the hospital bill would be. And the Insurance Co. did indeed kick off that I hadn’t rung them. I was (a) too ill, and (b) had to use the health workers’ ward phone so could only make one call – and even that wasn’t to my husband who was in transit. As to the rest – I didn’t care. Just lying in peace and quiet was enough for me!
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I did have a wonderful time and so glad I had a mix of starting off in a small organised group, then travelling solo. It’s a good combination!
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I have never ridden in an auto rickshaw, only the sort powered by mature and wiry chaps on bicycles. Quite an experience especially when being driven, passengers first, into 6 lanes of heavy traffic. I suspect though that Malaysian traffic is slightly less scary than Indian, and there are no cows in the roads.
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Ooh, passengers in front? No, the ones I saw were drawn behind – more difficult I suspect. And yes, beware of the cows!
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Wonderful story. It reminded me of my experience in a cycle rickshaw in New Dehli. I didnt want to go but my guide insisted.. I felt mutually alarmed and dismayed that the poor gentleman was hauling the two of us AND that he felt he could outrun yellow traffic lights!
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The Highway Code isn’t really a thing in India is it? And yes, it’s hard not to feel bad about using cycle rickshaws – but it’s just as bad not to use them, I guess.
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