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Nov 01

INDIA. WELCOME MR. USD!

…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.

Following on from now on bus.

2 comments

  1. M Amparo

    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

  2. Anonymous

    Go, pues es la que se me ha quedao

    Josan.

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