Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Once, when we got lost in Calcutta, we approached a local police officer and asked him which direction we should go to get back to our area. The officer, looking very important and official, waved his striped baton, stopped the first available taxi, and explained to the Indian driver where to take us. Another time, in a similar situation, they stopped a public bus and gave instructions to the conductor about where to let us off. Overall, it's a great city.