Bombay Madness

As some of you know, I landed in the land of yoga, pakoras and chai on Monday morning. The trip was relatively comfy (although I was being squished by a whale that required a belt extension to buckle up between Sthlm and Helsinki). As previously arranged by my awesome former flatmate D Tea, I called her friend after leaving customs. The Indian quick was stretched to an hour, but as I was mentally prepared for it I used that time to read up a bit. V was absolutely fantastic and helped me out with train tickets, a local pre-paid Vodaphone SIM and monetary exchange. Once that was all taken care off, V headed of to work and I found myself speeding across the streets of Bombay in a cab surrounded by the herds of cockroach look-a-likes called rikshah.

In town, my only stop was the gate to India and once it made its way onto my camera's memory card, I sat down in Leopold Cafe (along with all other tourists) and enjoyed a snack with a Brittish girl who was also enjoying her meal alone. A kadai paneer and some advice later, she was off to meet up with her friend who had just arrived and I took off for the Bombay Central station to catch my train to Surat. The train ride was very pleasant and I shared the compartment with four other tourists and a Jaian pilgrim traveling with apparently the rest of the train for an annual spiritual youth get together up north. We got some food and snacks and dessert, all of which was fully eatable and even somewhat tasty.

In Surat, I was set to meet a former colleagues sister and cousin - both of which I had never met in my entire life... Being the only (as far as I could see) white person there, I was easily spotted and having seen a picture of my colleague's sister I was relieved to know I wasn't being kidnapped. Tbc as my internet cafe is closing early today due to cold weather... Namaste!