From Mumbai in KOHLAPUR (continued, p.2), Mumbai - not a very beautiful city. Everywhere one could see the structure of concrete. Basically it glybovidnye flats and shapeless box commercial centers. Glass and metal are everywhere - they rush up from the bustle of the streets in the form of unattractive buildings and pressed to the ground congestion stores. Obsession Mumbai on commercial centers to create an alternative urban environment, secure from external chaos. There, inside this safe haven, a new urban elite could easily spend their earnings on modern coveted commodities. Slums of Mumbai Another architectural feature of Mumbai are shanties and shacks that make up the notorious slums. They fill all available space, which is not yet occupied apartment buildings and stores. Slums are filled to the brim by those who are hoping for the best came to Mumbai, attracted by his lights, and economic activity. Homes are from each other so closely that each of the slums like a huge one-story house, divided, and excised the roads and footpaths. The boundaries of Slum bulge outward, hanging over the roads, railway tracks and parks, like water overflowing a balloon, which lopnuv, will spill its contents of one big filthy wave. Even the new buildings here look old. Ubiquitous beige apartment buildings, which on the strength of some 10 years, dotted with patches of mold and soiled with dirt. It seems that they are so soaked with rain that found they were no longer at home, and the forgotten sponge in a long-abandoned tenants. Ferns, grasses, and quite large trees cover sides with houses, giving Mumbai a strange kind of lost world, though the swamp began to return to his territory, once they have conquered. The vegetation that covers the home, supplemented by numerous trees. Green plantations give the corresponding contours streets, parks and groves, which are supposed to come together in order to weaken the grip of crumbling concrete. I, by and large, like Mumbai. He has his own energy, their strengths and, especially in the strongholds north of the city, its soul. But all this only because the people living there. In this big city have always been courteous, fun and friendly. Sometimes it seemed, as much as it is, it's not a city, and the biggest country in the world. Unfortunately, our stay in Mumbai came to an end, and after two and a half fantastic days spent in luxury and convenience, we have had to say goodbye to sverhgostepriimnym Wayne and himself to continue his journey. Our driver was the last time we drove through the station on the Mumbai-Dadar, where we are, after a really warm goodbyes, boarded the night train to the city of Kolhapur. Our train was to arrive at the scene at 6:05 am. When I looked out the window as soon as woke up at 5:30, and saw a sign "Station Kolhapur, I put it mildly frightened. In India, about forty times, I traveled by train, and did none of them did not come to the station ahead of schedule! I mean, a couple of times the train came to a few minutes after the specified time, which might well be called punctuality, but never one of them never came to the station with a half ahead of schedule! Reeling from such an early wake-up and an even earlier arrival of the train, I somehow passed through the platform to the exit, which is normally watched over an army of black-and-yellow rickshaws. Kohlapur. Old Town. Hunched over, moving his hat, and resolutely downcast eyes, I boldly went to the platform, waiting for the worst. However, the way I reacted to the rickshaw, put me into shock. Only three of over forty drivers asked do I need a rickshaw when I said no, they just smiled, shook his head and went away. I was defeated, slain by their tactics of politeness and good manners defeating maneuver. I had to sit down and critically evaluate and understand the strange events that happened to me at that day: first train that arrived before time, then the entire crowd raised honest rickshaw, and then, while I sat there and prayed to heaven for the answer, for the first trip over me hung dazzling blue of the cloudless sky. Start material: Read more:
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