Bombay Dreams

Dear Diary,

I like Bombay. And real coffee.

In a rare attempt to follow-through on this past month's progress in putting my legs behind my head, I unrolled the mat and carpet this morning and found myself bending creakily, wearily to the sound of taxi and rickshaw rumble. I soon worried about my neighbors however. Not your archetypal pounding on the headboard--no--but more like grunting at the pain of not having moved adequately in 24 hours. Did the airplane seat make me this way? Did the quick rundown by foot of the major sites in Colaba bring this on? Whatever the condition may be, it ain't pleasant, and reminds me how much a tropical scene--replete with palm trees and trash strewn beaches--may indeed make the difference between being able to stare at your knees close-up or just observing them, curiously, from afar.

But the most important moment of the day came at my favorite barbershop in town whose name I shant reveal here as I have held it close to me for a long time now. All I can say is: haircut, shave with hot cloth, face massage, head massage--and get this--pedicure--all for $3. Nirvana, indeed.

The traffic is still there and the yoga mat awaits me again tomorrow morning before heading off to Delhi--but not before a cappuccino around the corner.

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