Mumbai

So I've finally got on my way. I landed in Mumbai yesterday lunchtime somewhat tired and bewildered. My adventure began with a taxi driver who drove round for an hour before admitting that he had no idea where he was going. So in wisdom derived from my lack of sleep fuddled brain, I tried to give him directions. With the help of some very nice passers by we eventually reached my hotel (we had driven past it twice). Anyhow it was like having a personnal tour of the city, which I would never have done otherwise.
I have to admit it was all a bit daunting and had all but decided to spend the day lounging about in the hotel. However after an hours kip, I decided to stop being silly and venture outside. I spent the past two days, dodging traffic, sightseeing, ignoring beggars and eating. I don't know how I've managed to go so long without being run over. The drivers here seem to use there horns instead of brakes and what was a two lane road of traffic suddenly becomes four because people can't be bothered to wait. The only time they seem to drive a bit more carefully is around the many street cricket matches that are everywhere.
It's very boisterous and lively and I can't imagine spending much more time here and am looking forward to going to Goa tomorrow evening.
Also I get the exciting prospect of a sleeper train.
Amazingly the telly in my hotel room had a channel which was showing the rugby. So at a bizarrly late hour last night I got to watch the match.