Safely arrived in Mumbai, I realize that I have no model from which I can work this experience. All the other times I went some place new I already knew or suspected much of how it functioned. The United States, Europe, South Africa... they all work, if not exactly like Germany, then at least mostly in the same manner.
India is ... something else. I know. You may say 'duh, Einstein', and you'd be completely right. What did I expect?
But there are a couple of questions I already ask myself, even after just a couple of days:
How does one travel when there's so little infrastructure (taxi, I suspect)?
And why the hell do all the people who want to 'find' themselves come to a country that constantly looses you?!
At the moment Mumbai just seems like absolute and loud chaos to me. Let's hope I can make some sense out of this city in the next couple of weeks. I strongly suspect I have gotten out of the habit of travelling and gotten comfortable when I turned thirty.
There are funny sides to being completely lost, though.
This morning the maid asked me something in Hindi which I didn't understand. She asked once, twice, and when I still didn't understand it, she shook her head, smiled sadly and said 'she doesn't understand', which is actually one of the two sentences I do understand.