begins our originally-planned Turkey
trip; it will involve visiting friends, eating food, and harassing monkeys. First
stop: Mumbai. Staying with Kirstin’s friends Jill & Vijay in the lap of
Lucky to arrive for Holi. It's a public festival originally intended to boost one's immune system for the changing season by splattering friends/anyone with beneficial herbs and spices. However, like anything good, it's been improved by modern technology to include bright chemical powders, firecrackers, water-balloons, and best of all: meg-squirt super-guns. And for 3+ white people not to be missed in the revelry, we wore target-white indian dress.
Not where the poorest of the country shop.
Cane juice is best served street-side.
Showing off her new boots to anyone paying attention. In the mens carriage on a public train that's everybody.
2000 years old caves, and that's with some a finely-aged Buddhism.
I say Aliens.
Everybody likes chowpatty snacks.
And everybody wants their kids pictured with blondie-clause.
No all-beef burgers at this creepy clown restaurant.
My Favorite Mumbai street food Pav Bhaji. But I can never make it correctly at home. This famous joint suggest more butter. Lots more butter.
Asking friends to do make silly things.
Some servers oblige for the camera.
At the Mall cafeteria.
One last look at Mumbai's breezy poopy shores before we head out.
Best overnight train accommodation
See you in Delhi :)