We sailed into the harbour and Mumbai around 7:00 AM. I commented earlier on the fact that we could smell the city a few hours before we got docked. I am pleased to say that that was not the case today. There is smog, but not suffocating, far from it. Throughout the day there was a variety of smells as we walked or drove, some quite pleasant, some slightly otherwise.
In spite of all the issues here, with wild traffic, horn honking, beggars and some filth I actually love it here. The place is so alive and everybody seems to tolerate everything. The streets are bustling no matter where you go in the city. People mind their own business but are pleased to offer help if you ask for it.
We four were not on tour but had a plan for the day and we actually stuck to the plan. We took a cab to Crawford Market which is the largest market in Mumbai and has operated, strictly controlled, for 152 years. It is in reality a Man's World in there, I do not recall many female vendors, maybe one or two [?].
It appears to be much cleaner than I recall but you are certainly aware you are in some foreign country with some issues.
After the market we strolled the side streets looking for a Bow Tie for Jim and I wanted a white long sleeve informal white shirt. I got the shirt for $4.50. Jim and Gail each did some minor shopping, I am not sure if Fellette enjoys places like that as much as I do.
We then grabbed a Taxi for another race with death in traffic to The Taj Mahal Palace [Hotel] for lunch. By a vote of 3 to1 we opted for Chinese food instead of Indian. It was good but expensive. However the Taj is like an oasis of tranquility, class and sophistication in the middle of a teeming mass of humanity just outside its gates. We did not feel out of place in the restaurant but there was a few whites in there, with money obviously, mixing with Indian businessmen.
Outside on the sidewalk it is like a 1960 movie with all sorts of Gypsy-like Indian women, and men, of obvious lower cast, [you can see it in their face and clothing]. Earrings, large nose rings and colourful traditional clothing. These, mixing with business men and young families plus more tourists than you would expect. Most somewhat bedazzled by the traffic and crowds.
The traffic and congestion around The Gateway to India, that seems to be a must-see in Mumbai, just across the street from the Taj, was the breaking point for some of us who just wanted to get back to the quietness, coolness and comfort of the ship.
We got back on board around 2:30 [?].
It was great day for all of us, however I think there seems to be a consensus with Us Four that we will be highly unlikely to visit India again, for a variety of reasons
It really is Incredible!
In a Taxi on the way to the market. Wild driving to say the least.
Lovely old British-built buildings still dominate the landscape.
Market stroll for us...
A very robust and interesting market that we visited a few years ago.
Peppers.
Fruits, fruits, fruits.
Strawberries???
Fruits and dried fruits everywhere here.
I am not sure what is going on here.
Sweepings.
Have a banana...
Shelling peas of some sort it seems.
Left: The Taj Mahal Palace, Hotel.
This is one picture I wanted to get: The Doorman at the Taj Palace Hotel!
Bollywood night on the ship after dinner.
Our two sweethearts!
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