We just have to get across the street

There's the hotel but we're waiting to turn against traffic and need to get around this auto-rickshaw. The traffic is really something. People squeezing in between each other, constant warning honks... traffic lights appear to be just a suggestion. Cars, people, dogs, motorcycles, bicycles, children all just seem to bolt across the path of the car.

Somehow we made it here. It's a double wide, two way street. We're waiting to bust across just like those who came before us.