Mum.., I mean Bom..., I mean Mumbai

Here I am. I have sucessfully arrieved on a completely new continent. I want to apologize to all of you who are sending me lovely emails, to which I am not responding (of which?) . I am getting them and loving them, and I want you to keep them coming. My first photo was of a local man taking a pictures of me (no, not account of my breathless beauty; my hair gets me A LOT of attention these days.) and at his back are the gates of India. Its magnificient. I came a little unprepared though. I didnt have a lonely planet ( essential), and I had no idea where I wanted to go after the first night, which was prearranged. But all is dandy now. Im in the Colaba, and I already had a samosa, thank you very much. Its strange not to say Jambo and Asante ( hello and thank you in Swahili), but Namaste is sounding pretty great. I was walking along a main road today, just breathing in the city, which is nice and humid, not exactly my favorite weather, and I found myself stepping in stride with an ancient old man dressed in white with a white turban. He looked at me on account of my white skin and of course, the hair, then we caught eyes walking side by side and smiled to each other. A group fo young men walking the opposite direction saw this moment, and erupted into hoots of laughter and cheers for the old guy. It was hilarious. Someone, no, a few people told me that India experienced for the first time would be a shock to my system. Its not so bad, maybe it takes a few days, but when I stepped out of the air conditioned airport at midnight, my glasses fogged. It seemed strangely appropriate. Got to run. Off to see about trains tommorow for Rajasthan and Elephanta island.