Sunday, 12 February 2017
Monday, 5 January 2009
Mumbai 10-13th November 2008
I heard from friends and people warning me of what to come but nothing compares to the real India.
In the past I experience a trip to Cairo/Egypt, but this was somehow...
I took the flight from Athens at 10th of November, first stop to Doha/Qatar and final destination Mumbai's airport.
First picture if you ask? at the exit of the airport was Indian men lined up against metal fencing with placards staring for ex-passengers like me to pick them to the hotels.
Suddenly, a mixed smell of parfume, urine and car fuel came to my nose.
I looked around me looking for my driver and the placard with my name on and when I found him I was taken into the dark, heavy and moist midnight air of Mumbai by an old fashion yellow/black taxi.
From the taxi's window I could see people sleeping everywhere, lying on the streets like they just have a car accident and they were dead, on the sidewalk lying only with a sheet on and at the roofs of small local shops having the dark sky for a sheet cover.
Finally I arrived at the hotel.
Ups, this wasn't the 4 star hotel I booked... on line two days ago.
I think my trip must begun from here!
The "room" it was a wooden filthy box and look like a Guadanamo prison but I didn't have any choice as the time was 4 after midnight. I put my sleeping bag over the bed and I flopped down exhausted.
Then I told to my self that tomorrow I will see what I can do.
In the past I experience a trip to Cairo/Egypt, but this was somehow...
I took the flight from Athens at 10th of November, first stop to Doha/Qatar and final destination Mumbai's airport.
First picture if you ask? at the exit of the airport was Indian men lined up against metal fencing with placards staring for ex-passengers like me to pick them to the hotels.
Suddenly, a mixed smell of parfume, urine and car fuel came to my nose.
I looked around me looking for my driver and the placard with my name on and when I found him I was taken into the dark, heavy and moist midnight air of Mumbai by an old fashion yellow/black taxi.
From the taxi's window I could see people sleeping everywhere, lying on the streets like they just have a car accident and they were dead, on the sidewalk lying only with a sheet on and at the roofs of small local shops having the dark sky for a sheet cover.
Finally I arrived at the hotel.
Ups, this wasn't the 4 star hotel I booked... on line two days ago.
I think my trip must begun from here!
The "room" it was a wooden filthy box and look like a Guadanamo prison but I didn't have any choice as the time was 4 after midnight. I put my sleeping bag over the bed and I flopped down exhausted.
Then I told to my self that tomorrow I will see what I can do.
their laundries in order to get cleaned.
THE MISERABLES..

I couldn't answer to their questions, so I start run and crying from guilts because I wasn't able to help them... I was wondering if it was better not to post those pictures but I am not a tourist, I didn't visit India only for the beauties and the monuments, so I decide to be honest.
This is one of my favorite pictures.
THE TAJ MAHAL HOTEL
Is the "father" not only for India but the father for all the nations, the poors and the miserables .
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