Today has been difficult, and another day of heart wrenching firsts. On the way to and from there were some classic Mumbai street scenes, less traffic and pollution because it was Sunday, but very Mumbai. I had some pictures of slums to include, but having now been into one, sat with women and girls, well I’m not showing people’s suffering.
This is Haji Ali Mosque, a special site that you drive past so often here. At high tide the causeway floods making a holy island refuge.
After ward I got the taxi to drop me at Gateway to India from where I wandered back to the hotel. I needed the steps and the air and the mental space lost in the throng. Continue reading “It’s not Mumbai without Gaylords, not Wendy without berries”
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