MUMBAI INDIA!



MUMBA-I  MUMBA-YOU

 

WHERE COWS ARE KING AND LIKE GIANT PET DOGS

 

After a gazilion legs of flying we are here in Mumbai.  I’m digging India! My impression so far is that it is a country of duality and contradictions:

Sweet sticky curry smells taking turns with rotten sour fart skank. Bling-bling decorated women with elaborate swirls of eyeliner standing next to calloused skinned beggars with glassed over yellow eyes. Delicate embellished sari-wrapped women plowing through huge wet cinnamon-bun-shaped cow pies. Sweet sing-song sounds of Hindi competing with the raw rag of crows cawing. Mellow grounded serene people gently moving about the frenzied frantic whirlwind of energy that comes from living in a place with over 1 billion occupants. It’s wild and beautiful and ugly all at once.

 

Surprises:

▪ door bell on our cheap hostel door

▪ pit toilets that flush!

▪ mean monkeys stole our food

▪ official language:  head nods and bobs like the Taco Bell chiuaua dog

one of the magical carpet rides

 

 

Adornment to the max on everything: henna tattoos, ornate saris, painted elephants, sequin studded horse-drawn carriages, even the street signs are a carefully designed work of art

preparing the beetle nut- a mild stimulant

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

street barber named Ganesh

 

 

 

 

 

all these waiters were squished behind one tiny little bistro counter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ancient cave carvings at Elephant Island- outside of Mumbai