After the first week in Delhi we were flying to Calcutta. We arrived in the late afternoon, with rain and thunder. When we (me and 3 other student from CBS) arrived one of the guys had made sure that the school had booked a taxi for us that were waiting to pick us up. The interesting part came when we had to pack 4 Danes and all of their belongings for 3½ months into this kind of a car.
Not really the biggest car with the biggest trunk.... So we had all of our hand luggage on our laps inside the car. After some driving something strange happens - the driver turns around and says something in Bengali, of course no one understands what he is saying. After a bit more of driving the same thing happens, again some times passes and his phone rings. One of the guys I was travelling with got a bit of the context out of the phone call, he tunes to the rest of us and says" the driver do not know where we are going". So here we are in a taxi, in a city that has 4 times as many people as the whole of our coutry and our driver have no idea where we are going. And just to make it worse we have no chance of communicating with him because he only speaks Bengali and between the 4 of us we only manage, English, Urdo and a few other European languages... Of course we get really worried, but then some time passes again and the drivers phone rings. It seems he is getting some information and after 20 or 30 min more of driving we arrive at Indian Institute of Management, Calcutta. A bit releif to all of us.
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