You have to enjoy the chaos. I visited a waterfall which unfortunately turned out to be rather busy as it is also a temple on the pilgrim route. There were three separated channels entering the temple doorway, the barriers here didn't seem to correspond to any visible system and its more like a maze. Unfortunately I soon became trapped in one of the queues, between two crowds of people trying to move in opposite directions. Indians don't queue, and if you aren't pushing the person in front hard enough the one behind will give you a nudge or gesture at the lack of space you are supposed to move into. Anyone who says jostle is a liar, this is pushing, as the crowd surges backwards and forwards a few people slip on the steps. Its alright though, the crowd is thick enough to prevent anyone falling. A police officer stands in the middle of this blowing a whistle in what is becoming a familiar style - he doesn't actually give any directions, just repeated bursts on the whistle. I'm not sure it even has any meaning, just blast blast blast. The bus drivers have much the same idea with the horn, it doesn't seem to mean "I'm here" or "get out of the way" as it does when a vehicle is being cut up, its just relentless. Some even have a rhythm to their horn blasting, a true one note song. While being squashed in this slightly damp crowd (holy bathing at the waterfall) I noticed that people would smile back. You have to enjoy the chaos.
A similar rule is followed on buses, of all the Britishisms to rub off, women and children first wasn't one of them. In case anyone thinks I'm passing a judgement (again) I'm not though, I have seen just how many people in England don't grasp the simple concept that people get off the train first.
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