We made it to Mumbers! So put on your best Barry White porno contrabass, scratch it up as if your vocal chords are trapped with pollution and say, "Sir, would you like a big balloon". That's what the street vendors like to say to TT as he wanders out the doors of the Indo-Saracenic Taj Mahal Hotel. Perhaps disappointingly for some, they really are innocent, albeit big, ballons (I'd say 5 foot) suitable only for respectable childrens parties and Bollywood romance scenes by the beach.
Live like a Raj for the day... Taj Mahal Palace & Tower
I don't know what Indo-Saracenic means either. I do, however, know that the TATA Group have come up with some marketing schemes I'd challenge any American company to counter. My bottled water speaks to me.
It says "I am so pure I make a worldly worn-out cliche like "pure" seem new again. I was born in the Sivalik range of the Himalayas. In a place most of you visit only in an atlas. In a world that had nothing to do with yours. Seems reason enough to be here". Somewhere between the Himalayas and Goan beaches, ayurvedic lessons and yogic masters they manage to make "eco" sound heartfelt and warm and a little condescending. So if I've swapped the Bombay Belly and instead developed the Mumbai
More when we've recovered. As for now, back to dodging flying tobacco, barking rabid dogs (I have video footage for anyone who would like to see TT come out the wrong end of his attempt at a late night sneak past a sleeping dog and his owner. Watch how with such ease a hairless, scrawny dog conquers the tall man) and goats. We're remembering I-banking (paraphrasing here... "the most fun you'll never want to have again in a 100 hr week").
Speaking of which:
Aren't they just the most beautiful cows you've ever seen? I'd swap my Abbysinian for these guys, and they do like a good sunbake in the street...
We're off to Calcutta tomorrow. More soon.
Mumbai has amazing coffee (who would have thought?)
Live Natural,
Anne
