Way back at the beginning of the blog I mentioned that as a raw but (so I thought) invincible 18 year old, I spent nine months living in Bombay (now called Mumbai, except by most people who still call it Bombay). Since then I have been back twice on teaching trips, but never revisited the apartment I lived in with an Indian family (no longer with us). It was surprisingly emotional to see it again, albeit from the outside (its the one below the flat with pink flowers), and a time for reflection on the many years and events in between. The last time I stood here I hadn’t started medical school, now I’m retired. Good to see it with Sue.
Coming home in Mumbai
The following day we met up with our marginally anglophobic guide and were shown the main sights of Bombay
Then a walk at night through a hectic bazaar
Our last day was a boat ride through bustling Mumbai harbour to another rock temple notable for a beautiful sculpture of Shiva:
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Looks like you are living up retirement and having a great trip!
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