Mumbai Mambo!

Everybody dance! We're going to Mumbai next weekend. Against all other candidates because it's not suppossed to be raining too much next week, it's easy to get a nonstop flight, and its relatively close (around an hour's flight) Plus: Elephanta caves which house temples cut from the rocks there, dating from around 5th century C.E. Now: whether we can actually get there depends on the weather; if its raining or stormy, no. But even still there's lots to do. Markets and bazaars, and temples, and colonial crap, and lots of food, and a fishing village, and the insane lunch delivery system at the train station (people have home-cooked meals delivered to their offices) and beaches, and actual nightlife.

I've come to realize that being in Hyderabad and saying I'm going to see India on the weekends is a bit like being somewhere in Kansas, say Topeka and announcing that I'm going to see the USA on the weekends. Yes, you could do it: by flying around and spending most of your time in the air or otherwise in transit. You could take the train and see the countryside, but then you'd have to turn around and come back the minute you got there because you can only be gone on the weekend. And countryside for it's own sake doesn't really excite me. I want to see cities and places where people are.

We'll go to Delhi and arrange a trip to Agra to see the Taj Mahal at the end of our time here. Trying to figure out how to get to Khajuraho for our anniversary.

Yesterday we went to Ramoji Film City. I took many photos of authentically fake places. This place is living breathing simulacrum. Click here if you want to see the photos of the road there and back, and lots of authentically fake stuff.

It was so much fun. My favorite might have been the Wild West section of the park. And the trash cans.