Our last few days in India were in Mombai. What a culture shock it was from Delhi. People obey traffic rules, there were no cows on the road in the inner city, there were high rises ( reminded me of Miami Beach) and walkable streets. Of course that was the inner city. We asked to see the area where Slumdog Millionaire was filmed and were told tht was now high rizes, Not to be defeated we ditched our tour company again, got the help of the taj to arrange to have someone take us to the slums and teach us the differnce between the slums ( which provided bare minimual subsidized housing and a way to earn a liing ) and theh street peoplewho lived under tarps on the streets were not given any goverment aide in fear of the " godfathers" of India. It was important to see what could be done what was done and what was not done to give peole dignity and hope. we also arranged a trip to Elephanta Island, hennas, were invited to High tea in the Place part of the taj ( where they even offered to pakc our suitcases!) on our last day.
Did we ever mention the rains? It reained only when we were in cars or rickshaws and the sun cme out when we steeped out. How lucky can we be?
Did we mention the security- I have never been frisked so often, or seem such tigt security to enter hotels and monumemnts. The fear of trrorism is red + alert.
Well rachel is back off to Blatimore tomorrow where she is being interviewed by the City paper re a music festival she has but together for nxt weekend, and I am off to work again. It will be hard to be apart as we grew to really know each other ( yes there were some awful battles but 98 percent of the time we were in sync on the adventure)I will contine to post photos as we get the entered into the computer,.
Love to all barbara
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