By the power of a press card.....

Driving the same everywhere, as long as you are in India. Blow horn, push limits. Show fists. Cut from the wrong side. Pay the traffic police. All this done and you would be right at home. Comfortable with the potholes and surprise diversions. The first 'long drive' in Ahmedabad went the predictable way. Fun hunting for some edible lunch on the highways around town. The Gujarati dhabas were doing an afternoon siesta and most refused hospitality. Finally, Sush had to almost wave her media card under the nose of the manager of one 'Narayani Farms' to get them to do their job e.g. offer us dosas as well as puri bhaji for late lunch. Swamijee was kind enough to form a protective cordon for my poor Maharashtra-numbered Fiat Palio. Unlike the pilot drive where policemen 'taxed' the car at every turn of the Amdavadi bazaars, this time, the ride was smooth. It helped to have four 'media' passengers and of course assurances of the media strong-man who accompanied us in his vehicle. Such is the power of the press card ...You don't need to flash it....it just infuses you with the confidence to ......do it right...;-)