hullo friend!
aye
im in india now, flew into mumbai on thursday night got picked up from the airport and taken to our room. first thing you notice is all the pollution, it looks like a hectic fog, but it stinks. got back to our room which, isnt too bad… in that it has hot water and aircon, and not too many bugs. its funny it seems that in india everything works, but really dodgily. its so cheap to get second hand things repaired here that i think they would rarely consider buying anything new. we do however for the first time since we left have a working tv. we turn it on and there is brett lee singing some english/hindi song. if you havent seen it look on youtube its the funniest thing youll ever see. the first time we stepped out into the streets i was just like fuuuck… but you quickly get used to the goats and bulls, beggars, rickshaws, massive holes and piles of concrete, and shit everywhere. im starting to open upto this place. no one thinks cleaning is important and clean glasses just doesnt happen. but i like that. caught a train into the city last night, which was so fun in itself. hanging out the doors is not just for fun, its a neccessity, the trains can get pretty packed, 3500 people die just in mumbai from train related incidents every year. just wondered around the city, there are some sweet parks just filled with people playing cricket. im really keen to get in on a game. some crazy old buildings which are absolutely beautiful. a bazaar on every street where you cant walk for 10 seconds before hearing, hullo friend! you want jeans? or, mr bond! mr bond! come see. very nice. its cool tho. saw a movie last night but decided on some shitty american movie directed by clint eastwood. its pretty sweet, they play the national anthem before the movie, so you have to stand up. i had some shitty paper indian flag pinned to my shirt the some street woman forced on me for rs 50, (rip off) as it was their national day yesterday (same day as ours). came home and met up with manshas friend leo, who gave us a drink and a smoke and told us everything we need to do to get around. so back off to the city tonight maybe ill catch some music or go to a nice resturaunt, or maybe a drink in an indian pub…
ash is coping pretty well, tho every man who walks past just stares at her. she had a bit of a cry, but im a big man who takes care of business.
EDIT: Wrote this post last saturday morning, but in typical indian style the computer crashed as I set it to post. Luckily wordpress has a sweet auto-save feature which I’ve only just discovered… more to come.
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