In actual fact, this post should be entitled the Curious Incident of the Cow in Hyderabad, which is where the incident happened, but the alliteration wouldn’t have been so elegant. So for the purposes of this blog entry, you’ll have to allow me a bit of artistic license.
Yes, that’s right. India is covered in cows. They’re sacred, they’re allowed to roam where they want, and half the fun of driving here is avoiding them.
So there I am, minding my own business and checking on the cows doing their thing when a truck drives past and sprays cow shit all over our car. I know in Western culture, having a bird crap on you is considered good luck. I’m not sure if that tradition is the same in India in regards to cows, but at the very least I was a little lucky – the windows on the car were closed.
