Last Days

The last day in Bombay was spent living it up. I met this American guy in my hotel, and he had met these other two Indian girls, so we went out for the most expensive coffee I have ever had, and then to a French short film festival, and then the girls dropped us off at a Jazz Pizza restaurant on Marine Drive, overlooking the lights and the bay at night. We then listened to some over-accessorized Indian rock star singing songs by Deep Purple, Queen etc. Me and this American guy finished off the evening walking several kilometers to Chow Patty Beach, talking about the universe and the connections and all that spiritual stuff that he discovered in India.

The next day I did some shopping, climbed into a taxi, and drove the one and a half hours to the airport. There I sat at the bar next to a mechanic from Fiji - and we talked about sevens rugby and life on Fiji. He gave me his business card to contact him when I get there.

The five hour stop-over in Dubai I kind of survived by buying Lindt chocolate with the remaining money I had left. On the plane to Johannesburg I watched three movies and didn't sleep at all. I heard South African accents all around me and was looking forward to feeling the South African vibe again.