All of a sudden, navigating through London, with its collection of crazed mini-cab drivers, mad cyclists and scooter owners, wild white van men, aggressive joe public and diplomatically plated supercars, all driven with scant regard for either other road users or the Highway code, seems rather plain.
This is a fairly typical scene but, on any given highway in an Indian town you can see: Bicycles, motorbikes, scooters, pedestrians, carts (horse, donkey, camel and even human powered), cows, chickens, vans, tuk-tuks, lorries, buses, taxis, jeeps and elephants.
Right of way is given to Cows first and then a rather practical system based – not on any form of code or rules – but on who’s biggest and likely to cause me the most damage.
If I see them.
If I can’t see them, or alternatively am staring straight ahead, fixing my gaze resolutely at a point in the middle distance and absolutely refusing to acknowledge the approaching vehicle as I cross the road, then they are deemed to have seen me and must slow down / swerve violiently / hit me. You have to see it to believe it, but trust me, it’s true.