The hunt for the rickshaw begins in the morning. It is not like yellow cabs in New York, or the multi color cabs of dc, or the incognito phili cabs, or the chicago gypsy cabs. It is all of those rolled up into one at shift change and rush hour, while dripping sweat in 90 degree weather. It is exhilarating, and I love it. While lucky some days, this day was different, some rickshaw drivers stop, but choose to pass on fares. Karishma and I were on a mission to knock out errands, sight seeing, and of course eat a life changing meal. While waiting I smiled stupidly and clicked away. Laid on the ground, hung off weird angles and walls, and only fell off one curb.
Try and enjoy the wait. There is plenty of it in life and it is all worth it.
At the end of the night I was rewarded with sweet nectars and a batch of shots I could not stop smiling at, while waiting to upload on the blazing wifi (it is actually better than time warner in nyc).