Tuesday, 21 February 2012

MAHALAKSMI DHOBI GHATS


I love Bombay.

Granted, it's easier to love, when one knows there is a butler waiting to draw your herb-infused bath at the end of a busy day...

I've been getting up early, tearing myself away from 800 thread count sheets and goose down comfort, to watch the sunrise over the harbour as I do a few exercises in the room before going down for an energetic swim in the beautiful outdoor pool, listening to the birds wake up in downtown Colaba. Then a quick shower and breakfast in the Sea Lounge and back to the room to sketch a bit outside on my private terrace.

Then the day can begin.

Yesterday, I had an ambitious plan. I left the hotel at 10am and began walking. I love walking in new places. It's such a great way to see the place and get a feel for the pulse of the city and the spirit of the people. I quickly got the groove of how to walk in the city (always in the road, never on the sidewalk, but not more than six inches into the road, or you're done for). When crossing the road, always stay right behind a fat lady in a sari (there's always one around) as cars don't seem to like hitting fat ladies in saris (too much trouble).

I began walking north, past so much Victorian splendor, it's easy to get jaded. The British certainly left their mark on this city. The architecture is spectacular. I took loads of photos as I went. I walked past Victoria Terminus, where I arrived the previous day. (Oh, and by the way, for those of you fact-checking [Jorge], I didn't proof yesterday's email and was not even close with the true name of the station, sorry).

I walked up through Crawford market and through several of the bazaar areas, such as Chor Bazar, (thieves' market) and so on. My goal was in Null Bazar, which happens to be the lunghi market. I can't tell you my destination because it involves a special gift for Dean, who is putting up with a very spoiled Dalmatian for nearly three months. Suffice it to say, I was not shipping for lunghis.

From Null Bazar, I continued north through some quite dirty areas and through several slums, seeing how everyday life goes on for probably a majority of people on this earth. Fascinating.

My eventual destination was the Mahalukshmi Dhobi Ghats. They say that if you ever have laundry done in Bombay, it is likely done here. This place is amazing. Acres of concrete cubicles with one Dhobi in each square, washing kilo after kilo of dirty laundry. It's the busiest place you can imagine. Then the laundry gets hung out to dry on giant lines hanging above the ghats. It really is quite beautiful.

From there, I walked toward the sea, and across a thin causeway, lined with beggars to the famous Haji Ali Mosque. I had been there before, but I is spectacular enough to go again and again. From there, I walked to the Mahalukshmi Temple, also on the seafront, and had myself blessed by a Hindu priest. The place was packed as it was a Hindu festival day. Although I think it is always packed. Lakshmi is the goddess of wealth and Mumbaikars like wealth.

Eventually I walked back to the Dhobi ghats and took the local train back to Churchgate Station, for an easy half hour walk back to the hotel. In all, I had been walking for nearly six hours. My feet were aching, but it was a great day. But boy was I filthy. I went to the gym, did a workout and 30 minute of intense cardio on the rowing machine, then took a ten minute shower with soap AND shampoo AND shower gel, and still the towel was filthy when I dried myself. Wow.

Today, a bit less walking. I walked back to Churchgate Station and took the local train up to Bandra, the tiny suburb up north, where many of the Bollywood stars live. I walked around up there for two hours and really enjoyed it. I'd never been there and it is a completely different side of Bombay life. Then back for some quality time by the pool.

Dinner this evening with my friends Alok and Vikram.

P.S.


 नमस्ते

EDITOR'S NOTE.

I have gone out of my way to make Gary feel comfortable on his return to my London Apartment by adapting it to the style that he has got accustomed too in the past few weeks (i.e. I had my shower and toilet removed and hidden the toilet paper and imported some lizards)  but now he writes that he is getting back to a more pretentious (P Town) style and expects me to arrange the towels just so:-


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