A day with the one objective to visit kudos about 35 mine by commuter train. North of Victoria terminus in Mumbai, it was touching 100 in the shade today but still just about in my comfort zkne. I had another good long sleep, a long time now since any pain. Killers were required and internally all is back to normal and even my injured finger has gained movement swelling reduced and bruising fadjng. The breakfast s at the overkill are not world status but anything sweet they do very well so we've stuck with a pancake stack each morning and pastries although I did add a bowl of fruit and last night we had lamb biryani followed by more of their delicious puddjngs. This morning after breakfast I thought I'd best ignore all the hotel concierge advice and do my own thing, as I was travelling opposite the rush hour traffic the queue for ticket was about one minute at Victoria and the platforms were virtually opposite me, a first class return was about three pounds or less.. Theresa's plenty of room in the carriage although it filled abit as we went north, the stations were announced and on ascreen so easy to follow, there was just the one station at kurla. The station was hell to navigate as there were still rush hour or so morning crowds I got out near a taxi Rand and asked for Kula West, it was fairly obvious that the oneby us didn't have d deckers. A taxi driver sent a LSD to show me the bridge over the tracks there as no road crossing or road brighe. The other side of the tracks was kurla West bus station and immediately obvious that I had found my objective. Stinking hot and sweating away I did go up and down from the us station to the main road out but really I think I saw all the routes, one went into town on another road but same buses I got one at the junction under the dual carriageway. I decided that annoying kids and people not withstanding the road into the bus station was as good as light as I would get for film and still shots and highly animated was the scene. A very much traditional perspective a bit like being back with the Bangladesh deckers. A lot of slums and mainly muslemside of town, I wish the children stayed at school longer and out of my way a bit more. on the whole no real hassle at all and great shots, got back on the right platforms all trains called at CST Victoria but much more crowded, passed on the first train as I,dnitbeen quick enough to get to first-class so next train about four mins later I was waiting at the right spot, not empty not crowded though, I would never ever had attempted a we one class carriage even early afternoon it's a rush that never seems to end. Got back to Mandy, taxi from station down to forty rupees must be looking local as I get browner.
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