After 31 long hours, with a numb bum, I eventually arrived back in Mumbai. Since I was last here in January the city had changed. Or at least my perception of it has… instead of the overwhelming chaos, noise, smells and colours that saw on arrival, the city now seemed to represent modern India. Women wearing jeans and t-shirts, business men, smart restaurants and bars.
But yes, it was still chaotic.
This morning I arrived in Bangalore where I spent the day before continuing my journey onwards to Kerala. My day in the city happenedto coincide with a rickshaw strike, leaving me to tackle the Bangalore public bus system (never have I love London buses more).
Whilst exploring some of the local back streets and bazaars I came across this neat temple covered in Ganesh statues.
Today I went on a field trip with a group of yogis to visit Old Goa, the former state capital. The city is bursting with colonial Portuguese churches and a cathedral. It’s a very peaceful place with a tiny population after the city was practically deserted following a plague in the 18th century.
It’s impossible to put into words or capture in a picture the sensory overload of arriving in Mumbai. The temperature, the noise, the traffic, the dust, the smells, the colours, the tastes…
I arrived in Mumbai this morning and it’s as chaotic and confusing as I expected. Whilst sightseeing in the city I walked through the Oval Maidan where lots of people were playing cricket, at varying levels.
After an overnight bus to Bangkok (including a drug-bust) the only humane way to spend a day in the capital was to pay a hotel to let me use their pool for the day before my flight to India.
Today is my final day in Laos and I spent it wandering around the city and visiting some of the beautiful temples. There’s a little hill in the middle of the city with wonderful views of the Mekong river.