I am in India!`

I am in India. I love non-stop flights. Fog is universal. Chicago, London, and Delhi airports were all shut down for an extended time as I was in the air. Fog. As I arrived at Delhi airport, I was pleasantly surprised to see a driver holding a sign with my name on it. It certainly gave me false hopes about India which were to be mercilessly crushed later on during my trip again and again. The drive to the hotel was uneventful…the car running red lights, swerving in the middle of streets to avoid rickshaws and motorcyclists trying to give up their lives in order to achieve eternal bliss. Delhi is certainly a progressive city and they've painted lane markers on the streets - the stripes are even visible but the drivers seem to have a hard time understanding their purpose, other than to position the line right through the middle of their car. It is more efficient in some ways…2 lane road becomes a 3 lane one, a 3 lane one becomes a 5 lane one. Same goes for side-view mirrors. Of course, for practical reasons, the drivers fold in or remove (either by themselves or have a fellow driver do it with their car, stopping briefly to exchange some pleasantries during this service) these mirrors so as to not get hit by passing cars when they squeeze through narrow spaces. There's also the rule about drivers only being responsible for what they can see (in front of them). So if you need to pass, you make them aware of your existence on either side by honking and then zooming past. Maybe motivation for the biologically-inspired-computing folks for a new algorithm? Looking in the mirror is only for women and weak men. No proud man would ever use these aids when they can just their own eyes.