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Indian Auto Rickshaw Madness

by Globetrooper Todd | 4 Responses
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India’s a unique country. Unless you stay holed-up in an expensive hotel, you can’t avoid memorable travel stories. Down every street and around every corner you’ll find something that either knocks your socks off, drives you bonkers, or stops you still with utter confusion.

It dawned on me last night, after a particularly harrowing experience, that most of our Indian travel stories involve some sort of craziness in auto rickshaws. So I thought we’d share a few of the adventures that are fit to print.

Kanyakumari: Maximum Capacity

We’d spent almost 10 days circumnavigating India. We’d already been to the country’s most Western, Northern and Eastern points (by rail), and we were now at its most Southern, called Kanyakumari. Every morning at about 4:30am, a pilgrimage heads to the Kanyakumari¬†waters to watch the sunrise at the confluence of three major bodies of water: the Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal and Arabian Sea.

Like any pilgrimage, the fun starts when everyone decides to head back home at the same time. With almost 20 people in our group, getting taxis was borderline impossible. The ride back to the railway station was about a couple of hours, but due to the crowds, we figured we’d have to downgrade to auto rickshaws. But even that was a lost caused for such a large group.

We successfully hailed one rickshaw, and asked if he had friends to take the rest of us. By this stage we were six people, the others were dawdling behind. The rickshaw driver said, ‘No, you all in here.’ The six of us looked at each other, looked at the encroaching mass of locals, shrugged, and said, ‘Sure, let’s do it.’

India Gate Rickshaw

Rickshaws zooming past the famous India Gate

For almost two hours, six of us bumped along South India’s rutted roads. One next to the driver on his single seat, four on the bench seat that comfortable sits two, and me in the tiny back tray with all of our luggage. It was quite the adventure as busses of locals overtook our struggling rickshaw and beeped and waved with approving smiles. Can you imagine our surprise when our driver stopped short of our destination to tell me to get out of the back in case there were police? Police? Road rules? India? Huh?

If we tell this story of six tourists with luggage in a two-seater rickshaw, they look at us totally unimpressed.

Bangalore: You’ll Get Zero!!!

It was Lauren’s birthday and I’d planned a big day of activities in Bangalore. First up was the zoo and safari at Bannergatta National Park. It would be quite an adventure itself getting there. We’d have to take a rickshaw to the bus terminal, find the right bus, head an hour south to the park, and the walk to the zoo. The bus terminal isn’t very big, but it was super crowded. Getting our bums on that bus was quite an achievement, but not before I lost my cool on the rickshaw ride there.

We left our apartment and headed to the main road to flag down a rickshaw. One driver stopped, asked where we were going, agreed to 50 rupees, but then couldn’t get his rickshaw started again. He quickly flagged down another rickshaw, relayed our destination, mentioned the 50 rupees in a mix of the local Kannada language and English, and ordered us to swap. Before getting in, Lauren confirmed that the ride was 50 rupees.

We turned up at the bus terminal and I handed the driver a roll of small notess. He couldn’t see the value of the notes, and even without looking at the notes directly, he said, ‘No, 150 rupees.’ Immediately I thought I would lose it. We’d already been ripped off by rickshaw drivers repeatedly for the past few weeks, but this was the most blatant act. So I said, ‘Fine, I’ll keep the 50′ and then I walked off, towing the birthday girl in my wake. Of course, the driver objected.

My next words will haunt me until Lauren forgets them:

‘You said 50, here is your 50, if you don’t take it, You’ll Get ZEROOOOO!!!’

And with that last word, I gestured with my hand the number zero right in his face. He took the money more out of embarrassment for me than anything else. A passer-by pointed me in the direction of the police station, in case there was an issue, but realising my over-the-top response, I just smiled and followed Lauren into the crowd.

Ledo: The Biggest Smile in India

We were in India’s far East in a state called Assam. We were far east in Assam too, near the borders of Bangladesh and China. As we walked through the town of Ledo, we felt like extraterrestrial invaders. The locals looked at us with pure confusion. There’s absolutely no reason for tourists to be in Ledo, so they must have wondered what on Earth we were doing in such a remote part of India.

I popped into makeshift barber shop and requested a shave. I hadn’t had one for two weeks, so I was looking a little homeless, even in Ledo. For the equivalent of 40 cents, the barber gave me the full treatment, including a series of slaps across my head, which I suppose constituted a head massage. I felt like a new man after that, even though Steve had fun telling the barber he turned me into a boy. Steve also bought chai for everyone, including the other patrons of the barber shop, and without understanding a word from each other, we thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

Auto Rickshaw Driver

The typical view from the back seat of an auto rickshaw

We walked to the Ledo train station to find a rickshaw to take us both to the rest of the group. We had no idea how far or where exactly they were. When we approached the first rickshaw, he said 700 rupees. ‘What!? Did you say 700?’ He confirmed the 700 and Steve and I looked at each other without a clue what to do. In this part of the country, a samosa is 3 rupees, chai is 4 rupees, an hour-long shave and head massage is 20 rupees, but the rickshaw drivers were asking for 700. They said it was very far away, and we had no choice to take their word for it, but we wondered why the rest of the group travelled so far. Or did they?

We managed to talk one driver down to 500 and we headed off. About 7 minutes into the trip we saw a sign to our destination. ‘Uh, I think we’ve been screwed’, said Steve. 10 minutes later we hit our destination. ‘Yep, we’ve been thoroughly screwed.’ I hopped out of the rickshaw, looked at the driver and said, ‘How much was that again?’, hopping he’d feel a little guilty. With the biggest smile in India, he said, ’500, sir.’

Other Indian Taxi Adventures

  • In the scorching 43 degree heat of Delhi, our rickshaw broke down and our driver told us to wait while the rickshaw fixed itself. We didn’t believe it, but had no other option. Of course, 5 minutes later it started up without so much as a cough or splatter.
  • In a proper taxi in Bangalore, our pre-arranged driver was 45 minutes late. We made the biggest mistake by suggesting Lauren could miss her flight. He drove up to 140km/h in 80 zones, swerving, weaving, and beeping so much that even Indians were displaying road rage. Lauren said it was the scariest moment in her life. In retrospect, we should have told him to stop.
  • On a route I’d taken many times at a cost of 50 rupees, a driver asked me to pay 140 rupees. I asked if that included breakfast and a massage. With a look of pure disgust he said something in Hindi, probably along the lines of ‘go marry a cow’.

On good days, auto rickshaw adventures are a lot of fun. But the constant attempts to rip you off wears thin. In the coming days we’ll put together a guide to dealing with dodgy rickshaw drivers. Until then, try not to lose it like I did.

Posted in Adventure Travel, India | May 19th, 2011

4 Responses to Indian Auto Rickshaw Madness

  1. To tell you the truth, it is not just foreigners who get ripped off by auto rickshaw drivers but also people who have lived for ages in India… like me :)

    • Hey Rajesh, yeah, that’s what we’ve heard. Especially in Bangalore, everyone complains about rickshaw drivers.

  2. Of all the places I’ve been to in India, Bangalore is the worst.. they try to rip off locals especially non-Kannada speaking folks who have moved to Bangalore from anywhere else in India.

    p.s. You didn’t really lose it – that was probably exactly the right thing to do. That’s why it worked out.

    p.p.s. Would love to contribute to your guide to dealing with dodgy auto rickshaws :)

  3. Bangalore rickshaw are World famous ;-) for their constant habit of looting passengers.
    Once I was in rickshaw with one gal and when I paid him as per meter reading, he asked me 20 Rs extra…reason…”What Sir…you are about to enjoy beautiful evening with your girlfriend…can’t you pay me extra ??? ” I was speechless….

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