Raining Rupees in Mumbai

I’ve just landed in Mumbai India. I’ve flown from Sydney, via Singapore and I’m sure the wheels of our plane must have scuttled the improvised tin roofs of the giant slum that surrounds Mumbai airport on landing. Children stare at the low flying planes with Read More …

Bathing in Your Undies with Cows

I’ve told friends the story about how I met the gentlemen in this photo and other stories of wandering the back streets of Chennai India – and like most stories from India – people simply don’t believe you, or they think, surely you must be Read More …

Mumbai Under Attack… Again

I step out of the air-conditioned office. The Bombay air hits me. It’s heavy and damp. I’m ushered in to the cab and we pull out of the driveway. We bounce around as the car lurches, stopping suddenly to avoid pot holes, rickshaws and people. Read More …