Finally, after four months of taxis and tuk-tuks around Delhi, we’ve order a new car. It looks very much like the above, except it doesn’t have fancy script over the licence plate. We’ve a short period of waiting to undertake, as various forms get filed at various departments, us being furriners and all, and then we can take to the road proper.
Well our driver will, anyway. We’ll be in the back, taking in the sights.
It’s a big motor, at least bigger than anything we would have considered buying in the UK, but height is a definite bonus on Indian roads, as is power. Eight seats, 2.5 litre engine, and in ours anyway, tuk-tuk-intimidating front bull bars. After that, the traffic can come and have a go, if it thinks its hard enough.