"Tank fly boss walk jam nitty gritty, you're listening to the boy from the big bad city, this is jam hot"

I have finally left the Big Bad City of Bombay and the journey wasn't too bad despite the 5am airport arrival time and 3hr delayed train.  I managed to sleep and slobber all the way and finally arrived 17hrs later.  The heat, dirt, dust, taxi horns, near collisions, rats, people injecting heroin outside my hotel every day asking if I'd like to score some, the many people who came to me each day for money, medicine or food and who dragged themselves through the littered streets on skateboards as they only one leg that works and no arms and then sleep in families on the streets are all behind me now.  However, this lamenting fool can leave.

An unshaven, filthy bundle of horrendousness arrived in a lush green beautiful oasis called Cochin.  Caine walked into the train station looking like a bronzed God advertising Daz, all clean white vest and sparkling tan.  He walked straight past the strange creature on the floor until he heard a faint broken 'Caine, help me'.  He picked him up, put him in the taxi and showered him down to reveal Nathan P Harrow BMus(hons).

It is so calm and peaceful here, a picture of India that I never dreamed existed. There are friendly fishermen with huge nets they drop into the sea on huge wooden frames, they sell you baby sharks, huge king sized prawns and other strange fish for you to cook in the local restaurant opposite, village greens where people play cricket and football, calm cobbled streets with small cafes selling artwork, brass bands martching down the street playing 'Oh When the Saints go Marching In'! and many French tourists (my favourite!).  I think I'm going to like it here but I will miss many things about Bombay especially the amazing friends I made who I will always respect and admire, from these few humble people I have learnt so much.