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…FOLLOW
Again I go outside, while I'm a young man discovers surprise me from across the street. Visibly limps and calls two children, cross all to me. I keep walking until a few meters after, with great effort reaches me and tells me smiling:
-Please. Something to eat!
And I give a cupcake. At that moment, his daughter.
- And for her! -And for him pointing to the little guy running toward us.
This is just unbearable not, YOUR COUNTRY IS A SHIT surprised me saying loud and clear, although in perfect Castilian. Why have children who can not keep?
Meanwhile encojida barefoot woman takes as 4 blocks behind me. Sell handmade purses. I told 20 Sometimes I do not want anything. Esforzádose going to follow me step boldly accelerated. And there is. Sucking wheel.
That horror!. I bought a purse.
I had to hear what you thought:
What agony! I'm leaving this hotel! I'm leaving this neighborhood! Although not if it will be different.
I packed and caught a taxi. Let Colaba, backpackers area.
-Will 400 rupees.
-not, put the meter.
- not working.
-because goodbye!
-ok,ok, taximeter
I took my mochilón to four hotels before finding one with decent sensible price. At first I wanted more of 100 euros…
The hotel room I decide to stay, were 1.200 rupees. My taxi driver hides with a hotel employee. Clear, you would be paying the commission.
I pay the driver the 100 rupees and I mark the meter shows a table written…
- They are 240 rupees, this is the updated rate converted.
discuss with the. I do not know if the table will be legal. The only thing is that it is still not too much money, but it pisses me off that tease me.
- Waiting, there also puts nightly rate!
- Good, for then 190 rupees.
I will pay the 190, I'm bored.
- Waiting! more 10 rupees per carry the backpack
-Thus far we have come, fuck!
- Ok, Ok, 190 rupees.
It will, climb the pack and I pay the hotel.
- No, are 120 plus 10% tax!
Clear, I am being charged the commission of the driver. For a moment I think of sending him to hell and eat the taxi commission. But then I'm sick, and where I go again with the backpack? Drink.
And this is Mumbai, the city where 19 million, of which half live on the street or temporary shacks, leave every day to make a living.
I can do two things. One is to extend my stay in the country but catch me a train and go to Goa or inland. The other is to stay and shorten my stay.
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2 comments
M Amparo
25 April, 2008 at 19:08 (UTC 1) Link to this comment
Josan que cara de cabreo que tienes en el autobus, creo que la India no es para ti. Yo conozco el mundo a traves de ti osea que aguantes un poco alli que quiero conocer India. Un crib
Anonymous
26 April, 2008 at 13:27 (UTC 1) Link to this comment
Go, pues es la que se me ha quedao…
Josan.