Safely ashore on Gosaba Island, we were greeted by two island taxis. We piled on to the flat wooden trailers as the taxi man pedaled on in his large trike. Along with bicycles and the occasional motorcycle, these taxis were the main ways people traversed across the island. Our tricycle taxi man was rather patient, only ringing his bicycle bell when passing or meeting another vehicle on narrow parts of the road. Others depressed their horns or bells as often as drivers in metro Indian cities did. In front of us, a small green covered shelter motored by a tricycle made its way through the narrow path. Schoolchildren cheerfully waved to us through the iron-gridded window in back, enjoying the diversion as they were pedaled home from school.
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