Wide Eyed in India - Part II

- Hyderabad to Guntur -

Spent the day driving from interstates to highways to tree lined country roads that ran through the countryside. 

The car horn is the language of the road in India, from a short and polite "I'm getting over" to a moderate "watch out!" to the long, emphatic "out of my way!"... But regardless of intent, it is used habitually; almost constantly, really.

Around sunset the rural roads flood with autorickshaws packed well past any safe limit, as the field hands and farmers head back to the villages for the evening. This part of India is beautiful in a quiet sort of way, with roads covered in canopies of trees and mountains seemingly always a little way off in the distance, and fields of chilis and tobacco blanketing the countryside.

As the sun bled into the horizon the towns that blurred past took on the palest of green hues. Shopkeepers breath deep in the cool evening breeze as they prepare for a night of exaggerated care over wares they'd just as soon see replaced with full pockets.