I am too
tired to process the sheer strangeness of the heat, noise, colour and movement
that is Kolkata at night time. Instead, here’s a series of photos from my taxi
ride from the airport to our guesthouse.
Chess
tournament in the middle of an intersection. As we went past the older man on
the right started shouting and flipped the board over very dramatically. I
never got to see what happened next but I imagine it was eventful.
Bus, auto
and car all honking furiously and ignoring eachother. The cacophony of beeps is
actually quite melodic, you start noticing the rhythms and waiting for the next
giant “HONK!” or bitchy little “meep meep meep.”
The traffic
is so continuous, every time I tried to take a shot, someone would pull up
alongside me. I have so many accidental photos of surprised Indians. This lady
was not impressed.
I love the
horror movie vibe of this picture. It was a butchers-or meatshop as it’s more
ominously called- and the guy stood up just as I took the photo.
Our journey
took an extra hour as the taxi drivers got lost so we had a great tour of
Kolkata. At one point they stopped to ask for directions at a restaurant and
the owner tried to make us come in for a meal. Every time we stopped a huge
group of locals would start a chain of information to try to figure out where
we were going. When we eventually got out a crowd formed to make sure the
drivers didn’t cheat us and charge us too much. It was a warm, friendly,
chaotic introduction to India followed by a blissful, long overdue sleep.
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