Whew what a long day!
Just got back from an overnight party, and still feeling a little woozy.

Let's start from the beginning shall we?

Despite being only 2+ hours behind Singapore, I still had a little problem adjusting to the time difference.

Woke up at 6 a.m. yesterday, took a walk outside to see what new things I could discover about Mumbai. Had a "National Geographic moment" when I stumbled upon a flock of crows systematically dismembering a rat which had died in the middle of the road. Yep, Mumbai sure had an efficient garbage disposal squad courtesy of mother nature. Nothing like our pansy Singaporean crows, always slinking around Hawker centres looking for easy pickings.

Had some breakfast with the group and headed off to Elephant isle. This was an island about 9km away from the harbor - a short walk from our hotel. The sky had grown overcast and it was raining by the time we stepped onto the boat which was to carry us to our destination. For once, the temperature had dropped a fair bit. Little did I realize this rain heralded the start of the monsoon season which was to wash away (pardon the pun) my previously held impressions of Mumbai weather.

The journey was pleasant and uneventful. The place was crowded with storekeepers hawking a variety of wares with a vigour and tenacity unmatched by any of their counterparts in Singapore. Actually, this is not limited to storekeepers. Beggers, dogs, crows, all have the lean and dangerous look and go about their business with a furious intensity.

India is one of the most capitalistic society I have ever encountered, and everyone is busy looking out for themselves. The sad fates of beggars are immediately apparent, since there are so many of them. I guess noone wants to be beggars.


Elephant isle contained a number caves in which statues of gods and goddesses were carved into the walls of the cave. Quite nice, if you like that sort of thing. But I don't think it was quite worth the 250 rs I paid to get in. Indians citizens could enter for 10 rs. The rain had brought about alot of changes, as we were to find out. The soil had been softened by rain and the island had basically become a one big glop of mud. The constant fertilization of the island by assorted goats and cows didn't help much either. The danger of mud-slides became even more apparent when a tree came crashing down right on top of us. Luckily, the tree landed on a stall we were walking by and noone was hurt.

We got back to the hotel a little tired, and decided to sleep it off. We had a party appointment at 8 p.m. which we didn't want to miss. The trip to the party place is a story worthy of it's own story. It involved auto-rickshaws (thanks thievani!), cabs and trains but I'm really far too wrung out to elaborate, it was just a bloody difficult place to find. Maybe some other time.

Luckily, Daniel, knew how to get there, so we got there in more or less one piece. What we didn't count on was the monsoon weather. It kept raining on and off all through the journey. The party place was a bar(at least I think that's what it was). The jukebox appeared to have just about every single dance track ever made, and was blaring out ear-drum shattering music. I take that back, it wasn't music, it was a freaking lobotomy. Yes, it was a night of wild gyration and seriously obiang dance moves.

Maybe alittle more after I sleep it off zzzzz......