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- Free High-Speed Internet
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... we had no idea where we were going. FFU. (family **** up) . We walked for ages - girls boggle eyed, and didn’t find anything. then eventually decided to get a cab into Collaba - southern central tourist area where all the shops/tourist stuff is. The traffic is a bit like a massive dodgem ride particularly at junctions - tuc tucs, cars, lorries, buses going in all directions, peeping their horns all the time, and near misses of a few cm every few minutes. Taxi tiny, ...
... we couldn't find an ATM nor a pay phone so we were pretty much stuck. We were loathe to take a taxi as we had no cash and were reluctant to get in a taxi with a strange man at 3am (by this time). We approached a family we had seen exit the terminal with us and asked to borrow their cellphone to call the hostel, they were really kind and spoke to them for us and arranged for them to come back to collect us. It was a nervous wait and we were terrified no ...
... us they'd be fine. The driver set off out of the station like a mad man around this corner and his door flung open and he nearly flew straight out of the taxi, he had to hold his door shut for the rest of the journey. When we reached the hotel how the bags were still on the roof I do not know! The hotel wasn't very nice but I suppose it's only for one night so it's not the end of the world. I got changed and joe went with KV and Mirko for a shave ...
A backpacker that I had met on my travels months ago had told me that I would love and hate India all in one day. I think I have both loved it and hated it within 5 minutes! It's certainly been an experience that I won't forget. I've loved so much of it, and one thing that I have noticed is that Indians tend to exaggerate small things that are beautiful and appreciate the little things that Westerns play down. They have the ability to find beauty in small things like a peacock feather, ...
... 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.