The mode of traffic in Mumbai was fabulous to behold...no lanes painted and cars battling with trucks and motorcyclists to squeeze into every available inch of space on the road. And all this accompanied by the constant beeping of horns.
Honking seemed to be just another method of speaking with other people in India. Whole conversations seemed to be occurring from the comfort of your own vehicle in a language only understandable to you.
HONK! "Hey get out of my way!"
HONK! "I was here first!"
HONK! "I'm right beside you, watch out."
HONK! "Would you like to go for a curry later?"
It was all quite amusing, except for Orest who claims that these conversations were going on until 4 am out in front of our hotel and easily heard from our bed, where he lay tossing and turning.
The other interesting thing that happened is a narrow brush with fame. Unbeknownst to us, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie arrived in Mumbai at the same time as us (but they were in a private helicopter) and proceeded to stay at the same hotel as us as well (but they were in the Palace part of the hotel, we were in the Tower). That evening we were booked to eat at Indigo, but cancelled at the last minute. Good thing too, Brangelina ended up there instead. (Do you think they took our reservation?)
All weekend long, they seemed to follow us around. How annoying! If they'd just stop stalking us and come out in the open, I would have graced them with an autograph!
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