It’s been mere moments since I stepped into the taxi taking me from Indira Gandhi International Airport to my hotel.
Already, most of my senses are being bombarded; first, with the humidity that slaps me moistly around the face as I emerge outside, then by the cacophony of honking that doesn’t let up until I enter the cocooning calm of the five-star Leela Palace.
It transpires that using your horn is a way of life here, with urgent beeping used to signal lane changing, assert right of way, and, of course, to express impatience with the regular gridlocks.
