Escape from Mumbai
March 14th 2010 When I met my friend Caroline at the Mumbai airport she was bombarded with all the usual sounds, sights and smells associated with arriving in India. The cab from the airport weaved through traffic at near suicidial speeds. Fires burned on the streets where people slept. And the air was filled with the sounds of car horns, the smells of smoke, oil and incense. Everything went as was to be expected
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