Usha Ascot Hotel
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Well hello my lovely friends and family!
I'm finally here in Mumbai after what seemed like an eternity of making coffees and am slowly adjusting to this completely different way of life!
On my first day I got dropped off to my accommodation, which I expected to be full of other happy volunteers in a buzzy place - but it is instead just myself, and Sister Selma, the strictest Nun I have ever come across who insists on a 9.45pm curfew ...
... Marine Drive where you can the buildings in the bay all along the coast. A guy named Rahul caught up with us who had briefly spoken to us in the gardens the day before. We had a good old chat (unsure what he really wanted from us) and he ended up taking us round to see some of the other sights. We knew he had an agenda, but he was friendly and seemed genuine so we went with it! We saw Chowpatty beach, the hanging gardens, Ghandi's house, got a train and a ...
... was on top of his game with the Orthopedic cases that we saw and noted that
the Ortho residents did very similar work and used familiar resources that he
has seen in the states.
After the hospital, we came home to change out of the dress
clothes that we were in and ventured out on a walk to explore the local area.
To our disappointment we did not really find anything fun close by, nor did we
find anyone who ...
... they turned out to be very nice. People were walking in and out of the house as if it was the local clubhouse. We discussed a lot of things and skyped with Janine and kids in the Netherlands. It was a great and unforgettable evening!
In the afternoon w visited a ashram (Hindu temple) with a guru and did some praying.
My host sister is called Manali. The family is very modern, so she is getting engaged on the 26th of Feb with a ...
... br> As ever with this psychotic country, the setting for this pitiful encounter could not be less appropriate. The Gateway of India, a spectacular triumphal archway, is probably the symbol of modern Mumbai. Built by the British to celebrate a visit by King George V, walking up to the gate stops visitors in their tracks: just beyond the far side of the monument lies the Arabian Sea, its grey and black rolls of fat, lazy water tapping the rear of the Gateway like an impatient ...