
The next time you're stuck for transport, this is the chariot I'd recommend. I saw this opposite the Victoria Memorial in Calcutta when I was there in October 2006. Yes, I know you're going to ask me the logical question - did Mrs Authorblog and I take a ride in it?
Er, the answer is no. It was early morning and Mrs Authorblog wasn't with me as I meandered around the city with my camera. And besides, I couldn't see the owner/operator of the carriage, or the horse that would normally be tethered to the shaft.
Yes, I can anticipate your next question too. You want to know if there was evidence that the horse had been in the vicinity? Yep. Did I step in it? Nope, because I'm older and wiser now. Well, older, anyway. Y'know.
Which makes a change from the time I stepped in moose dung in Muskoka. But that's another story - and you can read all about my adventure/misadventure at Bear The Brunt Of It. Luckily I was on my own at the time, else I would have been given the third degree. Or maybe even the turd degree.
