One of the things you get used to in India is the number of street vendors that come up to you. Many of them tout drums – “Drums, you want drums?“, or little flying helicopters – “Helicopters, you want helicopters?“. A walking ear cleaner even tried to sell me their services and I very insistently (and politely) declined them.

The strangest thing I’ve seen so far are the world maps they try to sell you. They’re massive (the one’s big enough to cover a wall) and I always think, what on earth would I do with one of them, especially on the roadside of all places.