Mumbai

It's the most oppressive place I have ever been in my life. Six hours into our trip there I was seriously contemplating locking myself in the posh hotel and not coming out, our friend Dave was thinking of jumping on a plane home. It took every ounce of energy I had to get though a day there. So I did not write. I have stories to tell, but right now I'm resting up.

If going to Mamelodi, South Africa is as spiritually refreshing as having water dumped on your head, then Mumbai is equivalent to digging your own well through concrete to get to water. You get water both ways, the latter is just much more exhausting.