When I arrived on the train in Delhi after cycling down to Goa I still had a week before the flight I had booked to Almaty. I cycled a loop up to Chandigarh and back down to down direct to Delhi airport. Chandigarh was quite different from other India cities. It was quite spacious with wide tree lined strips either side of the streets and large roundabouts with grass and flowers growing in the middle, reminiscent of British Garden Cities. The traffic even seemed to be going round the roundabouts in the expected direction.
During the last few km towards Delhi airport I got twated by a car. It as in an up-market area not far from the airport with large houses in gated compounds. Unusually for India there is only 1 car on the road that I can hear coming up behind me. Driving is treated as such a race, rather than waiting for the 1 or 2 seconds it would take me to clear the entrance he wants, the driver tries to dive-by, but he is so far from achieving this that he turns straight into my front pannier. Fortunately I managed to get a foot down and the front wheel didn’t go under the wheel of the car. The front pannier rack got slightly bent. I expanded the drivers English vocabulary with a few choice words of mostly 4 letters.