Mumbai at night from the back of Hardick's bike is spectacular: black sky, covered in haze (presumbably from pollution), the orange glow of streetlights, dark green shadows of palm trees above, a prevasive, sweet smell like something fermenting, mixed with dirt, a moist, cloying heat relieved at times by a sooty breeze, streets crammed with two person, motorized rickshaw cabs, men on motorbikes, sometimes with others, men & women, on the back, ocassionally a woman in a sari riding side saddle, bicycles rode urgently by men in flip flops, at the sides, jostling pedestrians, the small round shap
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