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Within 10 minutes of leaving my hotel I had stepped in cow dung. The culprit stood ruminating across the street, looking very at home in downtown Mumbai. As I have learned, all the stereotypes of cows being everywhere are true. Just when you least expect it, a cow will appear, chomping on some rubbish, or just standing around chewing the cud as the city moves around it. Sometimes they are fed, I saw a man casually feeding a whole bag of bananas to one lucky bovine.
The part of Mumbai I stayed in was the old British built city, full of amazing colonial architecture. In fact in some parts it looked more like a hotter version of some English city than an Indian one. It was great fun exploring, further north the city became more Indian, chaotic and colourful. On the way to find Gandhi's Bombay residence (which I did not find in the end) some large rally sprung up around me, which was slightly disconcerting, but I managed to slip past it.
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| A street in Mumbai |
My favorite part of arriving in India however, was the food! So many curries, lassis and cups of chai massala. And all for very reasonable prices. Whilst a potential health hazard, so far the food in India has proved very good indeed.


Oh Dear, I was attempting to reply to your post and accidentally deleted it which I can not seem to undo. Sorry! There are cows all over the beach in Goa as well, although some dead, rotting ones washed up last night which was pretty disgusting.
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