We have been in Mumbai for 4 days now and have found it just as amazing on our second visit - crumbling and mouldy colonial buildings, flashes of lush foliage, cows and goats perfectly at home in the urban environment, choked up roads, the ubiquitous honking of vehicles of all sizes and the forever busy streets with all kinds of business being conducted.
After 2 nights we scored a room at Hotel Prossers, our favourite hotel from last visit. This place is on the seafront along the strand and is one of the dilapidated buildings from the colonial era - once grand and now used for all sorts of purposes. Although the rooms are not up to much,
this place has so much character that you cant go past it. Our room is the only one on the first level so we are in amongst some of the more permanent residents of the building and partake of their somewhat Indian style toilet.
At night time there are people sleeping in the stairwell and the reception area. At all times of the day the hotel rooms are used to conduct all kinds of business, mainly by Indian traders. There is never a dull moment.
We spent our time in Mumbai getting used to the climate, culture and food, and generally wandering the streets.
We haven't done too much sight seeing, though we did go and watch the local early morning 'Laughing Club'. We watched a small group of older women clad in saris and trainers do their stretching, led by their laughing guru. They then proceeded to follow a range of exercises which involved knee slapping and noises and ended in bursts of laughter. We also watched multiple games of cricket
all going on simultaneously on the famous Mumbai medans and some circus acts which are part of the Khala Goda Festival.
Our low lights of Mumbai are minimal. However, being escorted by security out of the National Art Gallery to the ticket desk was slightly embarrassing. We had unwittingly come in through the side fire exit! The other low light was the bastard ear cleaner wallah who attempted to force a foreign object into Tim's ear in order to charge an extortionate amount to then remove it. Tim managed to wrench himself free of the grip the bastard had on his ear and we made off cursing him. Another fine Indian scam.