All the warning I got about how different India is still wouldn’t have prepared me for what I faced while I was there. I don’t know if it was the culture shock or just the sheer number of people, mess and traffic.

Admittly I didn’t enjoy Mumbai for the first few days, I would put it down to a combination of the city its self and being on my own for the first time, after I changed hostels to a better part of town I found that my time go better.

The first place that I stayed was near the Victoria Terminus train station, I booked it because the website looked great with nice clean rooms and a friendly atmosphere. It was anything but when I got there, a small dirty room on the noisy side of the hostel I could hear nothing but the consistant traffic.
The next hostel was better, the room was the same size, only slightly cleaner but the area was much better I was able to access tourist sites and shops that I needed without a 40 min walk.

The moment that Mumbai started to get better is when I went out the Elephant Island and the next day when I stumbled on to a Lord Krishna festival. As the story goes Krishna’s mother had put a jar (milk or cookies I can’t remember) high up so that he couldn’t reach it, so he got his friends around a built a human prymad to reach the jar.
So all these boys and men where creating human prymids to reach these jars of stuff that were secured high above their heads. I took heaps of photos and really enjoyed myself, I haven’t uploaded them as well, as I have fogotten to do so. But will try to do some later on.