“Let’s go to the beach. We can eat corn on the cob,” Liza said, covering herself in sunblock, our room in the one of the hotels Mumbai India prides itself on filling with smell of the coconut smell of her sunblock. We were just getting ready to go and I offered to put the sunscreen on her myself but just rolled her eyes, and she was right, we needed to go out. The day before had been a general strike for something and we advised to stay in, so we drank Singapore Slings after we filed our report to the Agency about our bird watching activities of the day before that and sat on the roof to watch the day’s activities. We saw little evidence of a strike or any problems, the roads seemed just as crowded and chaotic as they usually were, and we snuck out for some Satay chicken at a nice nearby stall and bought a big platter of it from the woman with the gold teeth and blue fingernails. Her arms were thin as reeds and her her sari bright orange. We brought our yoga mats with us, hoping to join a yoga session, neither of us having done so in India, the cradle of the art, and we both thought we would get our butts kicked by the lithe Indians who have been practicing these movement for thousand of years. We were hungry and it was starting to be late in the day and we grabbed a rice crisp covered in chutney with fried whole wheat bread. There were dogs on the surprisingly clean beach in the suburban region of Juhu , and we never thought of India and beaches together in the same thought, but Mumbai is sort of an peninsula and there is water everywhere.

Related posts:

  1. Festivals in Mumbai
  2. The Twin Cities of India
  3. The Beach Oasis of Phuket
  4. Ahimsa
  5. The Goddess Durga of Udaipur, India

If you're new here, you may want to subscribe to my RSS feed. Thanks for visiting!

File under : Travel | No Comments