DAY 92 – TYPICAL STINKING HOT DAY HERE IN BOMBAY
India is bloody hot.
I have no Lonely Planet but it’s cool I just need to find some travelers and follow them to the beach.
Found a cheap hostel despite the airport hotel booking guy saying they are all closed now. He was sure a friend had told him so. I leant forward, looked him straight in the eye and said ‘I don’t believe you’. Pretty rude I know but he choked up a list of hostels on the spot.
Found some tourist who were going to the beach. Sorted.
Booked a ticket on a sleeper bus that looked great on the brochure. Taxied back to the hostel for my backpack. A local guy helped me and only wanted ten quid for his troubles. He didn’t get it. I told him I was disappointed that someone who called themselves my friend would try something so obviously dishonest. He said if I was disappointed now I would be very very disappointed by the time I left India :)
The actual bus was a little different to the stylish airconditioned vehicle in the photograph. In fact it was very different. It was way more run down and I was asked to pay an additional 300 rupees if I wanted my bed to myself. Eh? I settled for looking scary to get my bed to myself. Got hardly any sleep as we were running with virtually no shocks. It was like trying to sleep on a vibrating bed possessed by the spirit of an ex-girlfriend you had murdered.
