On the Way … and caught in traffic

As I was saying in my last post … many of my worst travel experiences have been on the way to places and being caught in traffic.

I remember the first time I visited India years ago. I’d arrived at Bangalore’s old airport at 1 AM in the morning. That late at night I had expected chilly or at the least cool night air. Not here. I stepped from the filtered interior of the plane into a steamy hot blanket of night. Instant funk.

I remember walking across to the tarmac and praying that my transportation would be primed and air cooled. It was and the drive to the hotel was relatively quick. The road from the airport looked new and it was very empty. It was 2AM after all. On the way I saw some curious signs. Huge billboards spelled out “STAY BETWEEN THE LINES.” What does that mean? I thought.

I found out the next day. STAY BETWEEN THE LINES was an admonishment for orderly traffic lanes.

Bangalore and much of India, was (and still is) infamous for its traffic. Gridlock was a frequent occurrence with buses blocking cars, cars overtaking motorbikes and bikes snaking through. Roads were packed with vehicles check to jowl, going in more or less the same direction.

Why is Bangalore stuck in traffic jams? – BBC.com – 7 December 2016

The occasional cow would be in the fray, sometimes sitting by the side while motorbikes and cars streamed around them. As the car inched through, beggars would tap on the car window. As I looked out from the car, they were peering back in.

The first time I saw this photo by Steve McCurry, it spoke to me of my time in India. In this video, Steve tells how he snapped the picture while on the way to his hotel in Bombay.

When I visited Bangalore, it was a growing city with infrastructure being built at an unprecedented rate. I remember speeding along a brand new high-way listening to the driver and my colleague argue about how far the road went. I thought it was a joke until the asphalted road suddenly stopped and a field of rocks loomed ahead.

“Huh,” said my colleague. “This is a municipal boundary and the budget must have run out.”

With resigned patience the driver calmly turned the car around and looked for the next turn-off. At one point we had to make a right turn across a busy road. As he inched the car forward, turning but not quite into on-coming traffic, my colleague levered himself out the passenger side window, waving at the cars to stop and let us through. This seemed to work, better no doubt that just a turning signal and horn.

I haven’t visited Bangalore since 2008. Curiosity had me checking if the traffic has improved since then. This article says not. Bangalore or Bengaluru is now #1 in the world’s worst cities for traffic congestion. I guess those billboard signs didn’t take.

Bangalore has worlds worst traffic congestion..” by Dipak K Dash for The Times of India. Jan 20, 2020

This post comes to you compliments of Amanda’s Friendly Friday Challenge: ON THE WAY.

15 Comments

  1. It’s manic but for some reason I love the chaos of Indian traffic, although I wouldn’t want to live with it. Lane markings seem to be a total waste of paint over there πŸ˜† And the horn is a form of expression, a statement that announce your presence! Our driver in Rajasthan said that it wasn’t really dangerous driving there because there was a hidden set of rules that everyone stuck to (not the official ones like staying within the lanes) and as long as you drove with the expectation that anyone else could do anything at any time, you’d be fine – but I wouldn’t want to have to test that theory πŸ˜€

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  2. I am having a good laugh. We are so used to traffic snarls, Delhi, Gurgaon, Pune…the cities I have lived in and living, that empty roads appear spooky. My last visit to Bangalore was in 2002 and after that I refused to go. Mumbai is worse and smaller cities are fast catching up …Jaipur.

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