The roads embody the society–large, unorganized, fast paced, lawless, chaotic–but somehow locals can navigate them with a jaded ease. There are traffic jams and road blocks, and things are not as efficient as they could be. Men take the wheel while women resign themselves to the back seat. Children dart between cars selling used pens. Still, the stream of cars, tuck-tucks, and rickshaws remains fluid. When we can neglect our ethnocentrism and ignore our initial apprehension we are presented with an undeniable sense of sublimity.
By Ana Claudia Bazan, Phillip Gorodetskiy, Jodie Paffrath, and Frances Sacks