So… Im not sure where to start…

After spending 48hours in various airports, delayed flights, lack of sleep…I made it in Bombay. I arrived at the airport early in the morning, everything was good then.

I got out of the airport to have a cigarette, then I tried to get back in to go grab some wireless to check my email. Unfortunatly the nice guards with the ak47 didnt want to let me back in, since I didnt have a flight tickets….

The only things I wanted to do, is get into my email box to find where Marylin was staying…So now the mission was to find internet. Easy it seems? But this is india, after asking around, I realised that internet is not as common as it is in canada.

So, I decided to go and take a walk, and look myself. Bad move. I ended up in some low class suburb, and when I say low, imagine the poorest people you can, then go lower again…

So there I was, at the other end of the planet,walking around all shiny like a dollar in a pot of penny, getting harassed and followed by tons of small childrens, getting weird looks from everyone around, trying to find internet…I can’t even describe the feeling, this is really not where I wanted to be, especially after not sleeping for 2 days..

after walking 1.5 hours in this suburb, I finally found an internet place, thanks god…I got into my email, found the address of the guest house, then I was out of there…I took a cab back to the airport, then got a pre-paid taxi from there, to the guest house.
The cab ride took about 1.5 hours. And beleive me, it was a crazy cab ride, I can’t beleive how people drive here, There is no way to explain it, it’s just pure chaos.. No stop light, no signalization, people go where they want…all that surrounded by motorcycle and bike. Extremely chaotic.

So I got to the hotel, completely freaked out. I knew there was going to be a culture shock, but I never though it would hit me that hard. I mean, I have seen some messed up stuff in my life, I am very open minded, but this, is beyond everything…The smells, the crowd, the noises, the chaos, the poverty…
You can check as much picture, read all about it, but while you are right in the middle of it, you realise that you had no idea how it really is…

So I was there, laying in the bed, and I was really wondering what the fuck I was doing there, what crazy part of me decided to sell everything and jump on a plane, to come here… I felt trapped, stucked in the middle of all this chaos and all those people… with no way to get out of it…

So I took a shower, and relaxed a little bit, I tried to get some sleep, but all that just happened left me on an adrenaline rush, that even after not sleeping for 2 days, I was not able to rest…

Marylin was going to take a walk, so I decided to join her. Being with her helped me a lot, she had been here for a few days, so she knew the place a little. We walked for a while, and again chaos was everywhere, but I was getting used to it. This chaos was nothing compared to what I had seen earlier. We grabbed some food, which was amazing, and dirt cheap. Then we ended up seeing a music concert in the street.

I was starting to feel much better about all this…