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As this was our last day we decided to go out for a walk around the heart of Mumbai taking in some of the sights. We set off from our hotel in P J Ramchandani Road, passed the Taj Mahal Hotel and the taxi rank by the Gateway of India. We joined the Colaba Causeway and without too much trouble managed to navigate the huge roundabout (obviously 'something Chowk') in to Mahatma Gandhi Road. We walked this road past numerous banks and insurance companies taking in the impressive ...
... be in my underwear trying to cool off. So, every time Rajesh would come into our room, I'd be almost naked, laying down on the bed with the sheets covering my waist, as I was too lazy to put on my clothes again. After a couple times we were like family...
The first night here, we walked north along the incredibly busy streets, peeking at all the merchandise for sale that was laid out on the side tables and on the ground. 18 million people means you can't walk in ...
Both Chris and I like trains, so we went by train from Cochin to Tellicherry, some 20 kilometres before Kannur our destination according to our programme. Five hours in AC three chairs, talking with some Indian travellers, a liitle walk now and then, reading Indian newspapers and magazines that can e bought at most of he train stations.
We stayed in the Ayisha Manzil homestay of the owner Mr. Moosa, who is descending of ...
... you as you walked past their stalls...I kept having to throw them off me and quickly walk away, then they would chase you down the street....very exhausting at times.
There were aromas wafting everywhere as we walked, some good and some not so good.
We found the shops easier to handle, as the beggars and street sellers didn't follow you into them. Bought a couple of nice long Indian style dresses.... I loved the Indian saris, they were all so brightly ...
... is where the true poverty exists. The men here come alone from the desperate rural villages, hoping they can earn enough money to send back to their wives and children so they can survive. They sleep in the shacks where they work and the work here is horrendously toxic, either sorting recycling and grinding down plastic or melting down metals to make recycled Aluminium. They breath in the metal and plastic dust associated with these processes every day.