The next morning Prem and I left Delhi early. Traffic was crawl and go for nearly four hours.
During the snail’s pace of traffic, Prem taught me a few words of Hindi.
I was happy when we finally got off the freeway and onto a rural highway where this village woman was washing her buffalo. In India, they accent the second syllable: boo-FALL-lo. Buffalos are not the same as holy cows. Still, I didn’t even see buffalo meat on any menu anywhere. They’re kept mainly for their milk. I also didn’t see any buffalos hitched to carts or doing any kind of work, but I did see holy cows made to work.
Holy cows are everywhere, except they were removed from Delhi. They don’t have owners, and no one takes care of them except for when they do. They don’t have to work except when someone makes them. Wish I understood the holy cow rules better.
Outside of the urban areas, more interesting and eco friendly modes of transport are found.