So the night before we left to Mumbai we had a great experience. UR and I decided to walk into the town near our hotel and look for the residential areas. We went off the main road and came to the little village part. It seriously looked like a movie set and I expected it to all be a facade.

The buildings were all very little and people were standing out and about the small, dirt streets. Note: I have never seen so many people before in my life. They are literally everywhere. There is no place to put them. They are just out in the streets and in the stores and down the alleys. There is never just one guy - there are 5 guys together.

OK, back to the story. So we find one neat looking street and walk down in. There were some children and a women squatting around a tiny fire made from sticks infront of a house. Skip the details, UR whips out the Polaroid camera and starts taking and giving pictures. This created a frenzy and a lot of fun. But the best part was that we were invited into the very modest one bedroom home. We entered along with half the town and were served Chai tea, were given a wooden flute and tried to communicate.

We learned we were in the home of a man, his wife of 6 months and the mother. It was an amazing and memorable experience.

Mumbai: smelly, dirty and crowded. Unfortunately I was stuck facing the guide so I couldn't doze off like UR did. At one point I did succumb and apparently started mumbling so it didn't go over well with the guide who kept saying he was boring. He just talked too much. There were some interesting and pretty parts of Mumbai and if we had more time to explore I am sure it would have been better. We saw all the British buildings and Ghandi's house, etc.