Bombay Since this morning I do not feel I am in the same town a month ago when we landed the plane . I do not feel at all comfortable: I felt dirty and super loud, almost unbearable what. The one hand I hate to come back and besides I feel pretty good. Apart from the fact that taxis take us for real "American" (one of them yesterday wanted to charge us for bags that were in the trunk and another this morning that the fine had be taken in a policeman!) I love this city. The noise does not bother me again, I slalomme between vehicles that we are getting darker over honk like crazy (but smiling!) And I walk cheerfully marronnatres in puddles left by monsoon showers, it's too great!
Earlier we got the district bazaars of the city, what a mess! Between carriers, pedestrians, vendors, scooters, bicycles and even passing cars in tiny alleys, and all this while trying to avoid puddles and holes! The only quiet place we had found was the fabric market: it's like being in the path, we feel there is big money involved, everyone is clean shirt (this is not common) and it is silent!
Tonight the girls are flying, the first batch for France, we we still have two days (only) ...
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