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Day 1: Arriving in Mumbai was pretty much what we expected - chaotic. There was no obvious taxi rank but there was no shortage of hustlers to take us to our hotel.

It’s a matter of honour that we weren’t out of the airport for more than five minutes before we had our first dodgy Indian taxi ride. Everything from “We know that hotel sir” to “Do you have the address?” to “That is a very big suburb” all in the space of 15 minutes. However with persistence and good humour we got there in the end.

After a long plane journey, all we wanted to do was crash - as well as sample some of the local television (an essential activity to get a sense of any new country).

In our late night channelsurfing we came across six channels of religious programing ranging from Hindu gurus to charismatic evangelical Christians, a vedic mathematics infomercial, a sports programme dedicated to criticising the performance of the Indian national cricket team, any number of dramatic soap operas, bollywood movies with men in pink shirts dancing, and the Australia Network which was showing a documentary on the Kennedy family.

Favourite picture from The Times of India - a road sign with a safe driving message: “Hospitals are boring. Drive slowly.”