Touring Mumbai on foot is not for the faint of heart, but then it’s certainly better than sitting in an air-conditioned tour bus that mostly stops at handy-craft stores. These are some pictures I threw together.
As near I could tell, these students were protesting that someone had washed their blue pants with their white shirts.
People hang out the sides of Mumbai’s commuter trains, leaning out to check if they are about to pass through a narrow tunnel. I do not believe HIndi has a word for “public safety.”
They say there are no atheist in foxholes. Well there are no atheist crossing the streets of Mumbai either. Crossing roads here is a test of faith. Over a hundred thousand fail each year.
Twenty stories up, nothing but twine and bamboo. Bravery defined. Also, madness.
A little monkey I named Charles looks a little sullen as he wonders why his one ear is so large.
Mumbai’s taxis. Their horns seem to work in reverse of ours, and only occasionally stop making noise.
The city was left with a heritage of beautiful architecture, most notably the Supreme Court, Victoria Train Station, and the Mumbai University Campus. All are world class.
To which the more recent governments have added to not at all.
Once you’ve seen all the world has to offer, it’s time to sit back and watch the pigeons. Not long after this picture was taken, the hotel behind the two men will be the scene of the Mumbai terrorist attack.
For a long while I couldn’t fathom why these porters were getting on trains to leave Mumbai. I later learned they were carrying bins of fish packed with ice out to the suburbs. Without those loads, I swear they’d each be a few inches taller. Extremely hard work for nearly no return.