Paise Illa

Bombay is the usual mix of wealth and poverty with Dior and Louis Vuitton showrooms housed along the same roads populated by kilometers and kilometers of patchwork slums and their thousands of respective tenants, and their babies, and their livestock.
There is definitely more to say about Bombay (the unendurable heat and humidity, the gorgeous old British aristocratic architecture, and our inability to communicate as English is far less common there as it seems to be everywhere else in India) but it is all overshadowed by the exhilaration I feel over page 15 of my passport - which now holds an entry visa to The Islamic Republic of Iran.
In five hours I will be on the plane.

Here goes nothing.....