Wooing or Expulsion, the India Version

My first impressions of Mumbai were the smells. Pools of urine. Dung. Rotting fruit. Enticing sandalwood clinging heavily to a sari as its owner swept past me, her slim hips swaying timidly against gold threading and pomegranate fabric. Even dust had a scent. Choking and harsh, clinging to the throat for hours on end. Flora [...]

By |November 22nd, 2010|Mumbai|62 Comments

Mumbai Says Hi

My perilous journey from Mumbai to the site of my volunteer work, Savarsai. The rules of the road? There are none. And scenes of Mumbai. Mind blowing to say the least. A wonder I survived, but here I am with more tidbits to come!

By |November 16th, 2010|Mumbai|19 Comments