So living in one of the most densly populated countries in the world, you'd think that the Indians had learnt how to respect each other's private space, like in for example Japan. But oh no. Here, if you feel like listening to some music, you just turn on your portable transistor radio, never mind if the rest of the bus don't feel like suffering through Indian make-shift techno. If you need to spit - why not do so out of the window, never mind if your saliva drenches someone below. And if you need to discard your plastic bottle, just throw it out of the bus window, never mind that it might hit the person sitting two places further down straight in the face.
I was 2 centimeters from seeing the news flashing before my eyes: "Unknowing tourist gets killed in freak accident by a flying plastic bottle". It would be either that or "unsuspecting tourist gets killed by a cow who got tired of posing for photographs". This is the cow that decided to charge at Brina about 2 seconds after this picture was taken (she was closer than I):
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