For as many kilometers the roads of India have taken me through the years, it wasn’t until my South India trip that I learned the “unofficial” term for street cows. During the first day out and about in Bangalore, Selvam, my driver, hit the brakes and eagerly pointed to a cow. “Brake inspector!”, he exclaimed with a sheepish laugh.
My amusement at this revelation apparently struck a cord with Selvam. He continued to point out the “brake inspectors” of India, multiple times throughout the following 3 weeks. For anyone who asks why I continue to travel this country, this is just one of the countless reasons.
