Ramee Guestline Hotel (Juhu) Mumbai (Bombay)

... Luz is crawling on his belly towards a foxhole from which Muck and Pinkala are beckoning him to hurry over. A few yards away, the two soldiers disappear in a puff of dirt as a shell hits their foxhole. Luz crawls the other way, where Lipton pulls him into his foxhole. Just as the shelling falls quiet, a final shell lands, unexploded, in front of the pair. Lipton's narration throughout all this, as he shakily takes his first ever drag from Luz's cigarette ...

... reservation
office! I was boiling up! I started to rant.... " If I find that ********
who conned me I'll smash his teeth in!!!" I said, Whilst pounding my fist
into my hand!! "No Sir....Think! You smash teeth in, 6 years in Indian
prison!"............GOOD POINT. I've never been in an Indian Jail but I'd
be willing to bet that given a choice between dangling my gonads above a
piranha would be the better choice of the two options. I started to walk. He
followed me ...

... Malabar Grey Hornbill, Plum headed parakeets, lorikeets, and many many more. Edakal caves and Tirunelli are great places for birding, where we saw many different species.

Wildlife sanctuaries: Wayanad has many wildlife sanctuaries. Muthanga wildlife sanctuary is part of the Nilgiri Biosphere Reserve, and is contiguous with Bandipur National Park. You can go into Muthanga with your own or hired jeeps(which are available in Sultan ...

... The Pani Puri comes back and Jiwan asks one more time if it's made with mineral water and the guys hesitates, then says yes. They all look at me and by now I am pot committed. Everyone around me is looking at the foreigner eating street food. This wants to sell me a picture of me eating despite me having my own camera. He ends up taking a picture just because I went ahead with it. People were cheering as I ate it and were ...

... t engage in too much conversation with them, and that 80% of our tour fee was returned to the slum in the form of free English and skills lessons for the children. The slum was dirty. Most of the buildings erected were made from orange-tinged corrugated iron, occasionally plugged-in by wood or card boards. We stood on the bridge that crossed the railway and the slum sprawled either side of the trainline as far as the eye could see. Who knew this enclave ...

... told) so how can they rely on other people for telecommunications when this is their livelihood? Turned out, we had to go the Bombay Central Bus Station on the 66 bus. There we discovered that someone HAD actually heard of Murud and indeed there was a bus, several in fact, that would be going there tomorrow. The one we have chosen to take is the 1130 which gets us to Murud at 1730. We will phone ahead tonight to book ...

... was moving very slowly indeed. They were quite happy to have their photo taken and in fact almost insisted on it. We wandered around looking for Ganesha celebrations and wandered into a part of town where people where living in wooden boxes. It was quite incongruous (and very sad) to have people living out on the street, because obviously the large wooden crates were not supplied with electricity and the like and so they were cooking and bathing in the street ...

... a giant piece of metal on the side of the road between two luxury buildings hiding a slum. And they're everywhere, buildings made of metal, narrow streets, with businesses and homes. Not forgetten though, if someone had the bright idea to hide them by putting up a big piece of metal. And its not just the idea of a slum, it can't be safe or healthy to live in that way. It makes me want to help, but without the support ...

... rest and relaxation, but it turned out that once again I wasn't allowed any rest because Amy had bought a giant chocolate-covered brownie at the gelato stand and she now brought it out. So I soon had more digestion work to do while the rest of Naresh rested. After a rest break of a few hours it was time to do.... Come one, guess what it was time to do... Right, it was time to eat again; so it was back to Gaylord ...

... Nicholias praying alone with a candle in his hand. I watched him a while, and then he saw me. Told me to wait a moment, knelt in front of the altar for another brief prayer and then followed me to the car. I had lost about 15 minutes due to his praying, and I was a bit annoyed, but said nothing. We then continued on to the Sea Rock Hotel, beyond which was the former fort of Bandra. We stopped there. The sun was near the horizon. The fort was ...