A neon interpretation of neo classism (in pictures)
After the morning (Street art >> vandalised street art)…
…after paying homage to the Miraculous Mona Lisa.
Indian cities and the auto-rickshaws that make them move. I have almost always had some issue with the driver for being ripped off with some ridiculous overcharge. But every once in a while, there comes along a auto driver who evens the odds.
Mr. Sayed.— like Geriatrix on magic portion zipped us around the city of Hyderabad. Besides speaking impeccable English, he was an intelligent conversationalist. His story …. rags to riches to rags…..was script worthy. So for the next few days he was our designated driver and guide extraordinaire. And after many rickshaws trying to take us on the ‘city tour’ …with stops at ‘preferred jewellers’ included for free…the dude was a welcome change.
Long story short, at the end of the trip, I knew I had to share this with others who like tales on the road. It was a pleasure to travel across the city in India’s favourite three-wheeler with the happy old raconteur zipping us around.
My recommendation: If you need a ride and a chat with an real chiller…skip the cab and take ‘the dudes’ rickshaw.His number 08801134125
My first attempt at Tilt Shift. Booooom!!!