After a 12
hour journey from Bali, we are now in Mumbai, huge city from India. On the way
to the hotel (by taxi this time, because it was 11pm), we were first surprised
by the number of hoots per second!!! There is no single second where no car
hoots… and secondly, the traffic rules are… How to say…. Totally ignored! The
red lights are here for decoration, the white lines (when painted) are always
crossed (even when cars are coming from the opposite direction) and speed
limits don’t exist!! Welcome in chaotic India!!!
For the
first evening, it’s already enough emotions… But on the next morning we walked
through the city (yes, you know us now, and you know that we love walking…
First you can see parts that no tourist see and second it’s free !!!). If
we had to sum up our first feelings, it would be something like this: an
extreme heat (more than 35 degrees in shadow), high humidity, a mixture of
smells, from fish to spices, a mixture of noise, from hoots to Indian songs…
But it would be also something more “poignant” (hopefully you understand this
word): it is the first time since we started our trip that we see so much human
misery. We could say nothing, close our eyes (As we (you and me) do usually…);
but how can we ignore these naked children asking for food? How do we not feel
helpless when we see all these mothers and fathers on the floor with a single
dirty mattress for “house”? Of course every country (European countries
included) has a “dark” side, those people whose we only speak about in general
news and who die anonymous every day; but here, in India, this “image” is omnipresent.
Unfortunately
we cannot help everybody, but when we see these thinned faces, we first
understand what our books are talking about when they write about starvation
and poverty, and second we also realise that we are very lucky to be born in
such good conditions!! It is in one of these moments, that we want to shout out
loud and clear “Thanks mam, thanks dad”!!!
We are not used to speak about sad things, but
it is unfortunately the reality, and speaking about it is already a (small)
step forward !!!
We also had
the opportunity to see Mumbai in a different way: We were waiting under a porch
that the rains (or more exactly the storm) stop, and we met Bhupen, an Indian
of Mumbai who “took care of us”. First we had a long talk waiting for the rain
to stop and then he offered us an Indian burger (made of bread and a vegetable
samosa); and he proposed us to meet tomorrow again.
Before
meeting him, we followed his advice and we tried local food in a good
restaurant. In the evening we went with him to one of the places celebrating
Durga Puja. This Hindu festival lasts 9 days and celebrates the goddess Durga
(wife of Shiva). She incarnates the invincibility and she is famous for having
beaten Mahishasura, a demon that takes the form of a bull. All other
gods gave Durga weapons. In
her 10 hands, she has got for example an arrow and a bow, an axe….She is always
seen with a lion or a tiger, symbol for bravery. Th festival last 9 days to
celebrate the 9 forms of Durga… (to discover the 9 forms, go on Wikipedia J )
After the celebration,
we shared a local meal with sticky rice, vegetables and spices (of course). Delicious!
And we said goodbye to Bhupen. On
the way to our hotel, we watched women dancing with sticks (to honour Durga)
and we also assist the traditional ceremony !! One more time, we had a
great time, sharing local habits with local people!
The next
day, day of our departure to Udaipur, we had to go at the bus station by train.
Bhupen was really nice to come with us and we really appreciated it because the
train, 2nd class, in India, when you’re not use to it and with big
bags, is really something “ challenging”.
At the
train station we saw everybody running on the train, even before people going
out of the train ! We entered the train as well… To imagine how it is, it’s
like you have a row of 4 people on your left hand side, 3 people on your right
hand side, and a lot of people standing in the middle! On the roof, there are
fans and colourful garlands. We were “stacked” among all these people and
Bhupen said nicely to us “When we will have to go out, you need to be quick”!! In
fact, before our stop, we came closer to the door (in a long effort, pushing
everybody, and everybody pushing us) and when the train arrived in the station,
we jumped out of if before it stopped completely!!! What an experience! Thank
you so much Bhupen for having helped us in this urban jungle!
![]() |
| Bhupen and us, waiting for the bus! |
After, we
waited a long time for our bus (more than one hour delay…) but we could finally
jump in. It is a sleeping bus with small “boxes” containing mattresses… Let’s
go for 17 hours of travel !!! We will tell you in our next post if it was
comfortable or not!
Once again,
we spoke more about people we met and about the atmosphere of the city than
about the city itself!!! But as you can guess, Mumbai is a huge polluted and
crowded city and even if some buildings have a nice architecture, we will not
remember Mumbai because of it!!!



No comments:
Post a Comment