After a few minor “near
misses” we pull over for a cup of tea. There are side road tea shops all over
India. There are even some that you can drive through. They are not like the
places where you pull up to a window and order. Rather you pull over on the side
of the road and there is a man with a stand selling tea. These tea sellers are
mostly from south India in Kerala. They sell tea in so many places in India and
around the world that there is no place that someone has gone that there is not
a tea seller from Kerala there first. It is said that Neil Armstrong could not
have been the first man on the moon because there must have been Indian man
from Kerala there first to sell him tea.
In this story, we pull off the road at a petro station and
go into a breakfast / tea shop and have our tea. The Indians call it chai. It
is nearly always about 3-4 ounces, in a small paper cup, very sweet and milky.
There are exceptions but most Indians have their tea this way. We enjoy a cup
of tea and head out to Kasauli. We get stuck in little traffic in one of the
tri-cities called Chandigarh. What this really means is that we come into some
traffic lights where we actually have to stop and wait instead of just slow
down and keep going at an intersection. Chandigarh has nice roads with modern
traffic lights that give you the exact seconds you have to wait. It is the
right of all motor bikes, auto rickshaws and bicycles to get in front of cars
and busses so they can get out ahead of you. They are smaller and can maneuver their
way to the front. From what I can tell, this may be their only right on Indian highways. Bigger and faster vehicles take most of the rest of the rights. Our
schedule included a trip to a Pastor's house for breakfast and then to his
church to hear him preach and then on to Kasauli. Because of the traffic or
traffic lights we are late so we stop for breakfast on the way and then go
right to church. We stop at a government restaurant. I ask my host what that
means. My host explains government restaurants have standards that they follow…
usually. I ask if that means it is better. Yes,….well maybe. I ask if it is
better than a private restaurant. Yes it ... could be. I do not ask any more
questions. I enjoy two sunny side up eggs (actually they are over easy which is
really what I wanted but could not explain it) and some paratha (flat Indian
bread) with curd (like yogurt). The breakfast is delicious and I am a fan of
government restaurants. We get into the car and head to the church. On our way
to the church, I notice some dark ominous clouds off in the distance on the
horizon. As we get closer, what I thought were clouds form into peaks of
mountains. We are nearing Kasauli.