On the road, buses and trucks and cars reign supreme. Woe betide anyone who would like to cross the road, or walk along it.
I know that my monsoon experience is enjoyed from a position of huge privilege. I have a roof over my head, I have access to clean drinking water, and I have a car, so yes, this absolutely represents huge privilege, in a land where thousands upon thousands of Indians are forced to live on the streets.
What is to stop villagers building a small loo at the bottom of their garden? Or the village building public loos?
The other thing I find absolutely fascinating about the summer here, and the long wait for the rains, is the agricultural aspect to it. In Europe, it rains, or its cold, or it’s sunny and all we think about is the impact on our urban lives. Will the trains work? (Not when there are leaves on the line, is the answer for England…) Will the roads be too icy to drive? We are all far too removed from the countryside to reflect on whether the rain or the sun is good/bad for the crops.
This means that in just a couple of very short weeks, our Prime Minister is perceived as being approachable as well as interested in every aspect of this country.