Eating to a Standstill


We are picked up by our young guide who takes us for a walking tour of the Colaba district where we see the iconic Gateway to India

and the iconic Taj Hotel,
built by Mr Tata after he was refused entrance to the then only 5 star hotel in Bombay, which incidentally has lost some of its former glory.
Former 5 star hotel-could do with a lick of paint

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, Mumbai's iconic railway station 




The locals have a passion for cricket played in large open fields.

We make a number of stops for street food which is ridiculously cheap and ridiculously delicious.
The go to drink here is chai masala, a sweet milky tea flavoured with ginger and spices strained through a pair of old underpants.
We try the iconic Bombay sandwich a rather bizarre salad sandwich toastie sprinkled with grated cheese.




At the end of the tour we eat at the iconic Samrat veggo restaurant. The food here is  infinite and each dish is refilled after completion. Shades of Mr Creosote.



We roll back to our digs for a prolonged siesta and omit our evening meal.
Some early impressions of Mumbai:
·        There seems to be some sort of living creature in the bottom of our toilet bowl-it seems very angry whenever we flush(not surprisingly) and gurgles and splutters
·        Mumbai drivers tend to aim their cars
·        Head shaking while talking is mandatory
·        No need to be scared of swastikas(see guide below)
Good swasika

Very bad swastika



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