Passed a disembarking coach party down in South Mumbai and got some serious stares. It was like they couldn't believe they'd been so lucky. Hadn't even made it the Gateway and already they'd managed to tick white boys off their tourist checklist.
Mumbai isn't so much a city for box ticking as a city for hanging out: a city to live in rather than a city to visit. So my weekend seemed to revolve around eating. And eating a lot. I feel like a mobility system for my stomach.
Unfortunately sitting around eating doesn't make for an especially interesting read so I'll just give you a piece of bona fide travel advice. If you ever find yourself in Mumbai airport needing a taxi, make sure you are not in the Tab Cabs queue. There's a reason it's the shortest queue. I've used them so you don't have to.
Traveller Cliche of the weekend: drink in Leopold's. Maybe I did do some box ticking after all.
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