After meeting as a group with Papi, our guide for the day, we went on a walking tour towards the Park Street Cemetery (The East India Trading Company Mausoleums). Coupled with the heat and 30 hours of travel, what made the walk all the more tiring was the incessant honking of street traffic – everywhere from the tiniest scooter to taxi on the most unimportant side street to the major arteries of the city. In fact, the street traffic seemed to be a chaotic mess – there were discernible patterns and a vague sense of order – but even on the streets that had lights (and that's very few indeed) pedestrians and vehicles alike fought each other for right of way. There was this one crossing near a flyover (a raised “highway”) that had a recurring message on a loudspeaker asking people not to cross the street but after a minute of this and a helpless? Traffic police officer attempting to direct traffic, the message stopped for 5 seconds and then started up again. Frustrated, people ignored the message and tried crossing anyway.
Arriving at the Cemetery, we had half an hour to explore the site. The site wasn't significantly large by any means, but the structures built on top of it were. The majority of men who worked for the East India Trading Company died in their twenties, succumbing to malaria, typhoid and a host of other terrible diseases that would accompany workers in the tropics.

