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Dhritman is 42 years old and is a truck driver in Mr. Singh’s company. Here is his semi-trailer.

Well, I agree that it’s not very big and it’s not brand new… but for making deliveries around Pushkar, it’s perfect.

I never tire of admiring it, even if Mr. Singh devotes too little money to it for my taste for decoration, I mean for the elements intended to chase away evil spirits and attract the protection of the gods. Finally, the essential is there, and it is beautiful…

…from all angles…

…ready to take to the road valiantly, like every day. I am sure that this group of women dressed in shimmering colours, passing in front of my scooter, found it very beautiful, well, I hope so… Come on, let’s go, I’ll take you with me, because Mr. Singh has just asked me to take delivery of two large windows at the carpentry shop, to deliver them to Gagwana, about thirty kilometres away, on the road to Jaïpur.

Let’s go! Beware of the careless tourist taking pictures, I slip easily into traffic. It’s true that when empty, everything is fine. But when I’m well loaded, and the road goes up, it’s another matter… it’s not for nothing that my first name, Dhritman, means « patience »!

This is the joinery. We load, tie up well and off we go. It will take me more than an hour to cover the thirty kilometres… the road is going downhill! For the return trip, it will take two hours, because it goes up and I will be empty again, otherwise it could take up to 4 or 5 hours…

On the road, I come across a guy doing a selfie. We Indians love selfies immoderate selfies even in places as unusual as this one…

A little further on, I take a short break in a gargote like there are so many on the road and enjoy a tea served with a few pakoras.

I am careful because a little further on I meet some pigs looking for food.

Passing through certain neighbourhoods, I have the impression that we don’t work much here!

We finally arrived without any pitfalls, parked just after having passed this cow without any damage. So much the better! Here, running over a cow is synonymous with endless trouble! We unload, and it’s the other way around!

As we arrive on the outskirts of town, I get passed by a truck that reminds me that I live in a wonderful country where you never get bored!

Par Jean-Yves

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