I did not learn till my ninth day in Mumbai that my hotel and the school I was in India to speak at were in the suburbs. Looked like city to me!
My ride from the airport:
I withdrew 3,000 rupees, which is $50, which might last me the whole trip with some to spare. For example, for my host who invited me to lunch, I bought four roses for 40 rupees…
At a chain supermarket, big vats of grains:
In a restaurant, I could not be sure which bathroom door to use. You probably can:
I find it charming how many young men walk around with an arm draped around a buddy. This affection is not just for walking:
This man is not holding a strange table tennis racquet. It’s an electric bugswatter that zaps mosquitoes midair—complete with sparks to mark the time of death:
This sign announces rooms with or without AC. I was in India at the most mild time of the year (warm, not sweltering, and not humid), but from what it sounds like, I can’t imagine being here in the hottest months and opting for no AC. (Maybe it’s offered as a cheaper alternative.)
One night two of the teachers took me to dinner at a Western-style restaurant whose design was transporting. I felt like I was in the video for a-ha’s “Take on Me.”
Since they were in relatively good shape, I offered them to the young man who cleaned rooms in my hotel. He did not appear to speak much English and he called in a manager who did, and who explained that I had to write a note stating that I gifted the shoes to this employee...presumably so he could not be accused of stealing.
More scenes that caught me: