My taxi, with the yellow roof!

I am now all alone in this modern day Pompeii 'Bombay ' for a month.  Caine has flown to the paradise like beaches of Goa and I'm stuck here doing my computer course which is tres hard but I can now draw Mickey with nothing but a mouse - hurrah!  As we spent so much money fleeing Tibet we are now budgeting so when I was at college today Caine managed to move me into a single room for only half the price before he left.  The fact that it is the size of a childs shoebox, has no window and smells of rabbits must have escaped his attention...

Other than getting my tongue stuck in a Tic-Tac box riding dans la taxi, I am fine and India is growing on me.  Maybe I even like it a bit...The incessant beeping of taxis, trucks, buses and wagons has thankfully caused temporary deafness in both ears,  I no longer feel the need to polevault over the roads but can now step into and around the chaos.  I have made friends with a 'fashion and dance choreographer' who said he'll show me around and teach me a Bollywood dance from start to finish and how to saunter down the catwalk.  All these things can of course be added to my CV.  The 'Asian Film Fetival' is on at the moment so have been busy watching Iranian, Tajikistani, Japanese and Chinese films.  The cinemas here are very flash and all food from outside is siezed before you enter the theatre, so no Revels but I do love standing up at the beginning for the Indian National Anthem, however I can't imagine the kids of Streatham Odeon doing this for good old !