Taxi cab confessionals

After our arrival at one of the last hill stations, we departed from our overly pleasant train ride up the mountain side, and embarked on finding a taxi to Jaypee University. When we found one, I thought we were in the clear, but what ensued was near torture.. If the traffic in Delhi is a teeth grinding, the taxi cab ride up the mountain side was life-altering.

Imagine if you will, you are driving up a serene mountainside with a spectacular view. A cool breeze is blowing through your hair, some Hindi blended with techno is playing on the radio, and monkeys are playing in the road.

You then look down at the speedometer of the taxi and realize you are going about 50 kph up a steep, slightly damp road. The taxi starts to swerve wildly back and forth to overtake cars around blind corners and in hairpin turns. You now notice the monkeys were not playing, they were running for their lives as the taxi barrels up the mountain road. Looking to your left, you notice there are no guardrails, just a steep plummet to your eventual demise if you were to slide over the edge. The only thing holding you in to the taxi, besides the closed door, is a handle. No, there was no seatbelt in sight. And yes, I am pretty sure they were cut out from the looks of it.

Didi and Sagar were giggling on the ride up, I am pretty sure it was in terror as they slide back and forth between Rohit and me. Thankfully we arrived safely at the top, with only a few near misses up the mountainside, and we all managed to not soil ourselves! I call those two bonuses from the way the trip went. I can only hope the ride down will be less startling.