Dhobi Ghats, Mumbai, India
Mumbai is an unrelenting and persevering city.
It drives hard to catch up to the city’s honking horns, foot traffic and bustle. However, as much as it powers through on old railway cars, this international city never seems to catch up to the modern age (read my post here). In many ways, I’m glad it hasn’t caught up. It preserves the kind of (more…)
Just a sidenote: traveling and uploading pictures for my blog isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. Sifting through the barrage of photos, resizing and uploading/linking can be a bit of a time consuming trick. Needless to say, I’m finding photos I’m looking for… after I post.
In my last post I touched briefly on the beaches in Goa and their um… tourist mania. As I explained, Baga Beach (& Calangute, it’s sister beach) can be a bit of a water sport carnival. Here are a few more pictures which may make you wonder- Is this still India? (more…)
Looking at the sea out from Baga Beach, the sea is shining, teasing,… much like the vibe of the locals and beaches in Goa. As a female traveling who’s been nervous about traveling india alone, I feel surprisingly safe here. Waves tickling my feet, a pineapple lassi in hand, I look out at the beach. Even the cows are catching their daily dose of sand and rays.
“Goa is one of the friendliest spots in the India. ”
That’s why, Tara, a native from Kolkata, is back in Goa for a six-month stint of work at one of the many Baga beachside restaurants, Shining Star. I asked (more…)
Carter Road, Bandra, Mumbai.
Along Carter Road runs a promenade which Mumbainikars go to for a stroll, to walk their dog or to just hang out by the beach. One of the nice things about this boardwalk are their benches. Some have inscribed memorials to people, some have short sayings and some have stray dogs, a large problem in India. Here are just a few of those benches– with slumdog or without.
Mumbai.
A cacophony of sound and moving drive-by sights accost my taxi window on the drive into the heart of this blazing city. Overwhelming, exciting, raw, jaw-dropping … the problem began– what to focus my attention upon first?
All is a soiled hotbed of moving, honking, hawking, digging, driving, walking and selling activity. Roadside stands line the streets in endless stream, selling everything from food, souvenirs, cellphones,… tires.
Dear Love,
Where should I begin? You show many faces. I don’t which is yours.
I open you up. Darkness, fog, then above the harang of noise, a bit of illumination.
Perhaps ugliness is your real face, your real beauty. It’s what gives life. It shakes loose the dream and makes you real for me.
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