Confusing times

So the India leg of the Journey has come to an end. We left Delhi last night and headed for Sri Lanka. India has finally answered some questions for us though. Yes, there are some nice people here who are just trying to be nice and not scam you (you just have to look really hard for them). The three wheeled auto-rickshaws are an appropriate icon of India leading me to suspect that most are more like Del-Boy than they care to admit.

So in a country of over 1 Billion people, you'd expect there to be some over employment in certain industries. Just like asking Mariah Carey to use one note where 5 will do, so too the shops of India have a similar predicament. One to pack, one to weigh and one to accept money. The airport is no different, where the floor polishing machine driver is quickly followed by a man with a mop who is tailed by a sweeper.

India throws up a few puzzlers too. In a country where homosexuality is frowned upon, grown men walk around hand in hand. It is said to be a sign of brotherly affection but to be honest, the tight tops and the perfectly groomed hair have me rather suspicious. There is one final puzzler I noted whilst in Jaipur. Why does this roof rack which belongs to a small Suzuki car have tayto wrappers all around and and where did the owner get hold of them. I was dreaming about a packet of tayto for days after seeing this.