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The title is not meant to convey that one city is more gender specific or gender symbolic than the other; rather, I just want to point out the differences between the two cities, much like the little kid from "Kindergarten Cop" did years back.
To say that Bombay is different from Delhi is an understatement. In
Delhi, nearly everyone spoke English, which made it really easy to
communicate and get around. Here in Bombay, however, most people speak
Hindi and very little English. Also, in Delhi, the temperature hovered
somewhere around 70 degrees because it was winter there, which was just
about perfect for Annie and me. While in Bombay, it is the middle of
winter and still close to 85-90 degrees, with 99% humidity; it is not
unbearable but most of us are slowly melting as we try to acclimate to
the moist environment.
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| The Cows of Delhi |
And finally, the last major contrast is the
scarcity of cows here; in Delhi they roamed the streets and really added
to the ambiance of it all, while Bombay lacks the
sacred-bovine-beauties aimlessly ambling about its streets. Not that
these differences are bad, because such is not the case. They both have
a lot of different things to offer the intrepid traveler… although I am
very sad to have not found one snake charmer in city of 22 million
people. My old motto is that cobras and pit-vipers make an
ordinarily bland city taste great—they are like salt on your food; no
meal is complete without cobras at the table blowing you kisses.
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| The Cows are Much Smaller in Bombay |
Our plane touched down at 8:30 p.m. but by the time we got our taxi and
found where the rest of the group had nested, it was two hours later
and we were exhausted. I opened the door to our cab and instantly
stepped into a gutter of urine, waste, and feces—it was disgusting.
Welcome to Bombay! The southern portion of India is where many people
from around the world vacation to because of its warm temperatures and
that means finding a place to stay here during the December and January
months can sometimes be difficult.
The guesthouse where our friends
were staying was packed and when they tried to get us into their rooms
to share for the night, the management freaked. We offered to pay extra
for the extra two people (us) who were being added to the rooms but
they were adamant that we could not stay at their place. We went round
after round with them and it wasn't until Chad stepped in that we were
able to convince them to let us stay for the night. The following day
that we found out why.
Stay tuned for the next exciting edition to find out why our manager freaked.... dun dun dun
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