The humidity this morning was visible; it wasn't a cloud, it wasn't fog, it was just a faint, grey mist that clung to everything, everywhere. The entire supply of the city's air was simply so thick with the exhalation of the monsoon that light simply couldn't hold on to its inertia. It's very beautiful, but it also means I've got to change my shirt about three times a day.
I've been getting requests for photographs, so this morning, in a fit of inspiration, I ran out and collected some. Thanks to Picasa's charmingly user friendly interface, a slideshow can be retrieved from the link below
http://picasaweb.google.com/this.impetus/MumbaiSet1#slideshow
Recovering from jet lag as I continue to be (not to mention far too many hours of lost sleep over the course of my escapades with Indian food), I'm afraid I've very little left in me to contribute by way of words, so there'll be no lengthy accounts of my Mumbai experience tonight, but if pictures are worth a thousand a words, then a small novel awaits at the link above. But, if you're hungry for a little more to read about our travels in India, Ninotchka too has taken up the blogging trail, to be found here:
Wow. What you're doing right now (minus the diarrhea) is right up my alley. Megan and I are going to be travelling as soon as possible. What a beautiful place. As vibrant as you made it out to be.
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