Sunday, February 15
Between Abhi’s Café and the pond, 16:15
The dog and I have walked to the Village to check the stock as, as I suspected, the height of the season has passed, and nothing has sold in the last few days.
We walk back past Abhi’s Café, and I spot a man I have seen many times before. I see him packing his load of bottles onto his bike in a way that he knows will prevent him riding it. He will push his load to its destination using his bicycle as a barrow.
One might see this as an example of jugaad, although I feel sure that he won’t.
He will see it as the easiest way of getting the load to its destination, using what he has to hand.