|Some impressive waterfront building in Mumbai|
We never did see any indication of the class on the outside of the cars. Actually, that's not exactly true. There are “Ladies” cars, cars for “cancer patients and late-stage pregnant women,” and those for “handicapped and the elderly.” I have no idea how they came up with their segregation methods, but at least we knew we didn't belong in any of those cars.
|The Mumbai Gate|
|Cricket in the Park|
Our return autorickshaw ride to the hotel was painless, and when we got there, found that Abdul sent the insurance docs. They were incomplete, so we would have to wait for him to resend the entire document the next day. Awwww. We went for dinner at a local all-vegetarian restaurant and pigged out on naan, rice, butter paneer masala, and aloo gobi, and washed it all down with fresh lime juice.
Since we still didn't have insurance paperwork to show in case we needed it, we had to hang out in Mumbai for one more day while we waited for it. Since we were feeling a bit overwhelmed by the events over the last several days, we decided to just take it easy, play on the computer, eat some food, and get a mobile phone (since they are de rigeur in India. In all actuality, having one will make life much easier). So that's all we did.
We got our phone, went to the same veggie place for masala dosai and sweet lassis for lunch, hung out in the room for much of the afternoon, got our insurance documents in full so we can go tomorrow, and went to McDonald's for a needed dose of familiarity. The McD trip wasn't exactly like home- the Big Mac has chicken patties, they have a McVeg Burger, and McSpicy Paneer sandwich (which I wish they sold in the states- it was great). But the fries tasted like home, and the spicy chicken sandwich was good too.