Driving in India is definitely an experience. I have driven in many countries and India is by far the hardest/scariest. Obviously, the big difference is that people drive on the left side of the road. But that's just the beginning. This will be a multi-part series on the ins and outs of driving in India.
Part 1: First Taste of the Bureaucracy
Usually, when foreign diplomats show up in a country, we can just show our U.S. driver's license to the local authority and they will issue us a local driver's license. In fact, it's usually easy than that. Someone at the Embassy will take your license (or get a copy of it) and then come back a day or two later with your new license. In British Columbia, we didn't have staff that did that, but it was easy enough to saunter on over to the DMV-equivalent and exchange your U.S. license for a British Columbia license (they will give it back to you when you leave).
Side Note: DMVs are so much better in other countries. In El Salvador I bought a second car and had to register the sale at the DMV. Even in another language, the DMV was so much easier to navigate than any state DMV I have been to (which includes those in Florida, Texas, and Virginia). In El Salvador, it is a private entity. In British Columbia it is public-private partnership. Both work well.
So in India I was hoping it would be a similar experience. It was not. They gave me a list of all the documents (9) I would need to procure an Indian driver's license. This is extremely typical of Indian bureaucracy. Nothing is easy. Some of the 9 documents were just copies of passports, but one required a medical exam. Fortunately we have a med clinic on the embassy compound, so I signed up, and the doctor gave me a surprisingly thorough exam far beyond the eye exam I was expecting.
With all the documents in had, I arranged for a time to go with an embassy employee to the local DMV equivalent. Now given I don't speak Hindi, having an embassy employee was essential. The main takeaway from my trip was that while the office did have computers, the main storage system consisted of huge folders bound together with twine. I have no idea how they would find anything with that system, but presumably there is a method to the madness.
At the DMV they took my picture and my fingerprint, and the next day I got my brand new DL. On my way baby!
Another Side Note: Many expats living in India do not bother to get a driver's license. Some depend entirely on Ubers (cheap!), while others hire drivers. Many are intimidated by the traffic situation or that most of the cars here are manual transmission. In the end, I needed to have a little autonomy and I am glad I got my license.
Part 1: First Taste of the Bureaucracy
Usually, when foreign diplomats show up in a country, we can just show our U.S. driver's license to the local authority and they will issue us a local driver's license. In fact, it's usually easy than that. Someone at the Embassy will take your license (or get a copy of it) and then come back a day or two later with your new license. In British Columbia, we didn't have staff that did that, but it was easy enough to saunter on over to the DMV-equivalent and exchange your U.S. license for a British Columbia license (they will give it back to you when you leave).
Side Note: DMVs are so much better in other countries. In El Salvador I bought a second car and had to register the sale at the DMV. Even in another language, the DMV was so much easier to navigate than any state DMV I have been to (which includes those in Florida, Texas, and Virginia). In El Salvador, it is a private entity. In British Columbia it is public-private partnership. Both work well.
So in India I was hoping it would be a similar experience. It was not. They gave me a list of all the documents (9) I would need to procure an Indian driver's license. This is extremely typical of Indian bureaucracy. Nothing is easy. Some of the 9 documents were just copies of passports, but one required a medical exam. Fortunately we have a med clinic on the embassy compound, so I signed up, and the doctor gave me a surprisingly thorough exam far beyond the eye exam I was expecting.
With all the documents in had, I arranged for a time to go with an embassy employee to the local DMV equivalent. Now given I don't speak Hindi, having an embassy employee was essential. The main takeaway from my trip was that while the office did have computers, the main storage system consisted of huge folders bound together with twine. I have no idea how they would find anything with that system, but presumably there is a method to the madness.
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| Less crowded than your typical DMV |
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| That's my knee. |
At the DMV they took my picture and my fingerprint, and the next day I got my brand new DL. On my way baby!


