After we grabbed a late lunch with Naina, we realized that no one had data to call an Uber so we each waved down rickshaws. Most rickshaw drivers don't speak English so Naina told them our addresses and they did the Indian head bobble thing that so many people here do, and drove away. Two hours later, I realized my driver had no idea where he was going... and after he pulled over, gave me a look to get out of his rickshaw and my adamant refusal to move from my chair, we eventually made a non-verbal agreement to find people that spoke English to translate directions along the way to help get me back home. Definitely terrifying but oddly accomplishing!
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