A rite of passage
Trip Start Aug 14, 2007
114Trip End May 23, 2008
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The most appalling city of either hemisphere"
- Aldous Huxley
A rite of passage
It is true that travelers tend to regard time spent in Mumbai as a rite of passage to be survived rather than savored. And it is also true that you need more than the one day we had at our disposal in the city in order to fully acclimatize to the hassles, relentless crowds, appalling poverty and the general 'what-the-hell-am-I-doing-here?' doubts the city throws up. This is India's biggest, most populous, richest, most dynamic and westernised city and it's somewhere I remember all too well. This place scared the you-know-what out of me I first visited back in November 2002, and while the city is still as frenetic now as it was back then, at least now I am not walking around with the rabbit-in-the-headlights daze that I wore back in 2002 as I navigated the streets, stepping over whole families camped out homeless on the side of the road and stepping around cows, cars, buses and seething masses of people all walking with intent somewhere.
The Brits, God bless them, arrived here as far back as the 1660's making Bombay, as they called it, one of their 1st footholds in India,
One more day
Yes, this is the place to come if you want to see India and its coronary inducing best and certainly the best/worst place to come to be shaken out of the Goa beach bubble you might find yourself in. We arrived in the city this morning 'special' trains are not immune to delays). When we got off the train we mustered up a big 'one-more-day-in-India' effort; we took a deep breath, sharpened our elbows, adopted that unmistakable "no thank you" frown and rediscovered our "don't even touch us" stare before setting out to find a bed for the one night we will spend here. Mission accomplished; and it was easier than we expected in a city renowned for its scarcity of reasonably priced accommodation. The Salvation Army came to our, well, salvation I guess as we secured an oh-so dingy room in their aptly named Red Shield hotel. We didn't like the room much, but it was slap bang in the Colba area of the city and totally adequate for a single night stay. And anyway, we loved the fact that the view from the almost-in-one-piece window of our €10 a night room, albeit the almost-in-one-piece window in our bathroom, looked out on the most expensive hotel in the city, the US$300-500 a night Taj Mahal Palace.
"What'll we do now Dave?" Pat asked me at 10am this morning having settled into the hotel.
"We will take it easy Lad, or as easy as one can take it in Mumbai. Maybe take a look at a few of those fancy colonial buildings," I suggested.
And that's what we did. For most of the afternoon we walked around the obstacle course that is Mumbai's streets pointing our cameras at buildings as we went. We also sat in the Oval Maidan, in the shadow of some of Mumbai's most impressive colonial buildings, for over 2 hours watching a cricket match (I know, I didn't see that coming either). We finished off the day as we meant to; in a bar. We found (of course we did) as close as we could find to an Indian bar/café, one full of single male Indians sitting over bottles of whiskey with 'things-can-only-get-better' looks on their faces. Things did get better for us, Kingfisher by Kingfisher, and we managed to get through our last day in India just like we had managed to get through all the others Beijing. If I had the time I'd like to sit down and approximate the amount of kilometres we've covered in those 51 days, and the amount of hours we've spent inside trains, buses and 4x4's. But I don't have the time, and nor do I have the time to sit here and attempt to put into words how amazing an experience it has all been (here is hoping my ramblings on Travelpod has done that for me). 3 countries down, at least twice as many still to come; and in less than half the time. We best get moving. See you all in Oman. Pat's still wondering where that is btw; and why we're going there. I've tried, God knows I have, but I've still to give him an answer he's happy with.
Day 234 & 235 Observations (April 3rd & April 4th 2008)
ˇ One final Indian delay?
I guess we should be thankful the latest Indian train delay was only 3 hours (no excuse given of course) and that we didn't have to spend it in some station control room being stared at by curious Indians. Nope, we spent it on the platform instead with hundreds of equally curious Indians... and sufficiently hungry mosquitoes.
I found Mumbai to be different to how I remember it being 5 years ago. The changes were good, and very un-Indian like. We didn't see any cows on the street, no auto-rickshaws (seemingly they have been banished to the more polluted outskirts) and very few beggars (maybe they have been banished too). The streets seemed more ordered, tidier, generally less chaotic. Of course they are probably not; maybe I've grown a thicker skin in the 5 years I've been away and maybe they still are the manic, noisy confusion of chaos and mayhem that I remember them to be.
ˇ "Jolly good old son"
I found it surprising that I actually enjoyed watching a game of cricket in Mumbai's Oval Maidan. Until today cricket was a spectacle I found about as enjoyable as watching paint dry. Pat, an avid cricket fan, knew that and shortly after looking at the scoreboard went to work on me.
"Right Dave. The game is in the 2 inning, the team batting is chasing a score of 156 runs. It's the 6th over, no wickets have fallen and the bowler, who has just bowled a wide, has 4 balls left."
"Say what lad? Come again," I said clearly lost as to the meaning of what he had just said.
And so it was that over the next 2 hours I received my education on that great bastion of Englishness, cricket. I never did ask him if I was a good or bad student. I probably didn't want to know the answer.
ˇ No upkeep
As we walked around Mumbai today we wondered did the
ˇ We beat the odds
We got to talking over our final few Kingfisher beers tonight about China and India, a sort of retrospective look. The conversation developed into one in which we found ourselves agreeing, unquestionably, that we lucked out by not being born into either country. We definitely beat the odds (as did any non-Indian or non-Chinese reading this... well done) considering the odds of entering the world as either Chinese or Indian is approximately 40 to 1 (collectively the Chin'bleed'in'ese & 'scamming' Indians make up 40% of the World's population). We then tried to calculate the odds of being born Irish (after all, there are only 4.3 million of us out of a World population of 6.4 billion) but too may Kingfishers, coupled with the lack of a calculator, made that a task beyond our abilities at the time. We made a attempt but quickly gave up, unquestionably agreeing once more that we'd definitely beat the odds there too. Slainte!
ˇ No Salvation
There's no such thing as a free lunch - unless you stay, like us, at the Salvation Army Red Shield guest house here in Mumbai. The Salvos are good enough to care about the nutritional intake of their guests and thus they include 3 meals with the room rate. We're going to miss our 'free' breakfast in the morning (because we'll be out of here at 4am) and we missed our 'free' lunch this afternoon (because we were watching cricket) but we did leave the bar this evening to head around the corner for dinner, a dinner that had Pat wishing we had stayed supping Kingfishers.
"Liver! I hate liver, it's the cheapest cut you can get" he informed me, before going on to tell me that he likes his peas and carrots to actually taste like peas and carrots.
I didn't see anything wrong with the meal and we both agreed that the spuds were the best part. Pat cheered up when we returned to the bar for a final few Kingfishers.
Pat keeps asking me why we're going to Oman, but only after he askes me where it is.
"Muscat! What? Where's that Dave?"
"It is in Oman Lad. It is the capital city. And from what I gather people go there to experience a real, authentic and hereto relatively undiscovered corner of the Arabian Peninsula."
I kind of like that answer but it doesn't seem to wash with Pat and I've told him I've little else beyond that to entice him with. As I said, we really don't know what to expect.
Where I stayed
Red Shield Guest House