Indian drivers are the worst in the world and discipline in traffic is an unknown quality. A South African friend now living in London wrote to me saying how safe she feels driving around her part of that city. I drove for years in London and other parts of Britain, as I did on the Continent and in other parts of the world as far removed as Africa to the north of the Limpopo and the Zambezi and just about every corner south of that, and Australia and New Zealand. I consider myself a reasonably good, considerate and safe driver but I shall never drive in India. The constant pandemonium here would drive me to utter despair and desperation, or to road rage – and perhaps action not becoming of an avowed pacifist.