Dueling Amazing Yellow Lines give the nutshell version of this entire sequence, showing how Chip and Reichen's flight leaves Milan just before the rest of the folks leave Amsterdam, and thus is a little ahead of them. And then? India. At this point, it's not so much that the cameramen are drunk as it is that the editors have had a little too much Red Bull, as we flash from a beach to a group of kids to a couple of very pretty temples to a woman to a crowd to some snake charmers to a sort of cow-drawn rickshaw to an old man to a beautiful sunset, and then back to the airport to monitor the arrival of the Chipsters, who are arriving at 10:55 PM. I'm tired already. Experience the chaos! Leaving the airport, they pass a throng of people waiting outside and are immediately struck by the level of activity that is evident at 11:00 at night. They look for a taxi, and when they find one, they check with their driver that he knows where Film City is, and they're off. "I hope this works," says Reichen, looking mighty squashed in the cab, which looks to be even smaller than most cabs, making the fact that he has to share the back seat with Chip and the sound guy probably even more of a trial than usual.
The Chipsters have their first look at India during this nighttime cab ride, and Chip points out to Reichen the people living along the streets. He voices over that he's traveled in India before: "I'm not bothered by anything in India, because I really like the people, and I'm used to it." There's something about Chip's tone in saying this that I just really liked; it's very respectful, as opposed to condescending. It seems to come from a pretty genuine place of "I enjoy the people in India, and the rest of it, I have no comment about," as opposed to, "I grudgingly forgive India for not having cable." As Reichen takes in the trash and junk along certain stretches of the roads, he comments that he wasn't aware conditions were so bad. "I could have never been prepared for what I'm looking at right now." The Love Theme From Perhaps I Shouldn't Complain About That Scratch On My Fender Quite So Loudly sighs in contemplation. Reichen goes on, "I look around and I ask myself what happened. What happened to make it like this? I don't know. I'm going to be thinking about this a lot tonight." A photogenic tear trickles from the corner of his eye. Aw. I think in a lot of ways, the "I ask myself what happened" sentiment is code for the "I have to wonder why them, and not me?" question, which is harder to talk about. And he's right, of course.