Samstag, 6. August 2011

Cheating on Toll Plaza

The next lift is a young Indian who barely speaks English.  He drops us on an elevated highway on the fringe of sprawling Delhi - a city of 18 million. I can't really understand him what he's telling me as we bid farewell. We walk on the highway. Already close to the toll plaza we see two officers. We greet them. They ask us to leave the highway. Behind the toll plaza we see a car and a guy waving his arms. Immediately we understand. It's Ramy and he didn't want to pay toll for three people. We jump in and continue the lift for some more kilometers.

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