I know people who have been traveling for 6 months or 1 year and have had their visits to beautiful places, their endless trips by bus, boat or plane, walks, encounters with interesting people and anecdotes. However, the number of robberies, forgetfulness, encounters and various anecdotes that I suffered in my 5 month trip They exceed the average.
One of the most talked about happened - how not - in the India. Our dear guide-driver-scammer-jeta CP (Postal Code does not come, but it sounded Yep) led us down one of the roads of Rajasthan that would take us to the Camel Fair in the sacred city of Pushkar. The heat was suffocating and we went with the windows down looking at the landscape while we were forced to listen to the cassette of a music composed of an arrhythmic and repetitive melody and a shrill voice of the Indian singer on duty. In that, we saw a vulture standing in the middle of the road. I don't know what European or Spanish vultures will look like but this was a real BUITRACO. CP slowed down and blew the horn. The bird looked at us passively and did not move in the slightest. The driver confided thinking that in the end he would take the flight, but no, friends, it was not a plane, it was not superman ... it was a bird stunned by the heat that was not attempted to move away until the car was thrown over. POM! We gave him.
The vulture managed to get away to bars and ravines and CP examined the car to discover that we had left a small dent in the front of the bumper and part of the engine cover.
We continue on our way and, about an hour later, we were arrested in a police road control. It was the first one that stopped us in India, but because of the heated discussion held by CP and the officer, it seemed that the thing was not going well. The khaki man examined our car and pointed out the blow he had on the front while yelling at our guide. CP approached us and told us what was happening. We could not believe it.
A few kilometers away, a small white car with 2 tourists on board and a Hindu driver, had run over a girl at the exit of a village. Tourism had fled and there was a search and capture order. The girl had been taken to the hospital and it seems she was fine, but the police did not give up on the search for the culprit. Do you guess what model and what color our car was? How many tourists was it and who was driving it? Yes, it all matched, even the blow on the sheet.
Rober and I looked totally freaked out. CP was still giving explanations to that bad copy of one of Paco's men when ... voila! ... what appears on the horizon behind us: a small white car with 2 tourists and a Hindu driver. In addition, the uncle-imagined, with a cushion comparable to the one who entered the smurfette when he was told: you will live in a village surrounded by blue uncles in gayumbos- He stopped the car in view of the control people, hesitated a few seconds and began to turn around.
Two policemen were thrown on a motorcycle to hunt the fugitive. And they do it like that. In less than 5 minutes they appeared back escorting the vehicle. The discussion became even more heated and the policemen shook the driver, who was really overwhelmed and scared. CP tried to mediate as well as he could and the faces of the tourists - I think, Germans - were quite a poem.
In the end we left without knowing what would be the fate of that man and his tourist partner, but worse was not knowing what had happened to the girl run over. They told us that it was fine, that the blow had been very slight, but I don't know how true it would be.
No doubt a story of coincidences and bad luck that I hope will end well for the girl. The driver, if he fled without helping her, deserved some kind of condemnation ... and the tourists ... well I don't know, I imagine they would stay white and surprised when everything happened, but it doesn't mean they have their share of guilt in this inhuman fact.
Things that happen in India, a country that without a doubt will not leave you indifferent.5.001