Thursday, Oct 1 – 11:30pm
Wow. People talked. I listened. Everyone said Bombay would be intense. Overwhelming. Crazy. And yet, other peoples experiences are exactly that. You have to have your own, in order to understand.
Driving through the streets of Bombay, even from the safe confines of my taxi (if you can call one harrowing, near-miss collision after another ‘safe’) is sort of like being dropped into a blender. Everything moves very quickly in total chaos, and it is impossible to tell where one sight/sound/person/animal/noise/vehicle ends and another begins.
Welcome to Mumbai.
It is somewhere around 11:30pm and I am making my way from the airport to my room in South Bombay. It is still 90 degrees outside, and about 200% humidity, although the rain that just started does bring a strange sort of freshness to the air as it mingles with all the other smells.
The traffic in…
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