Monday, June 11, 2012

You Don't See That Everyday...

I wish the goat was wearing a helmet,
that would have been even more funny!
The Moped, perfect for life in Mumbai; friendly on the pocket, economical, can whiz easily in and out of heavy traffic and are perfect for ferrying around men, women, children and... goats. 

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Old Macdonald had an airport?

If you thought that tractors were reserved for farms, fields and getting stuck behind on country roads you are sadly mistaken, for in India they are a very important part of airport logistics. Tractors have been purchased at all Indian airports to transport luggage carts from airport to aeroplane. I mean I can see why they must be so helpful, the large wheels designed to manoeuvre easily over muddy pastures must be so useful on flat, perfectly even TARMAC!  

Friday, June 8, 2012

Big Fat Indian Wedding

Your guide to a Big Fat Indian Wedding coming soon...

I’ve Got to Give Them Their Dues…

In total there are probably around 50 cows gracing
the middle of the road- marvellous
Mumbai is currently building a new monorail system which, once completed, will be the second longest monorail corridor in the whole entire world! Impressive I know. However in Parel, work on this long awaited monorail has ground to a halt which has left a derelict structure and a bit of a mess; but not to worry the clever people of Sewri have put it to good use as a Cattle Shed! Resourceful little buggers.

Thursday, June 7, 2012


When I first arrived in India I would always have a little giggle at the sign which is painted on the back of most large vehicles, it reads ‘Horn OK Please’.  ‘Awwwww, they have got their English all messed up, ‘Horn OK Please’? it doesn’t mean anything, bless them’ I used to think. But before long you realize that it isn't 'bless them' at all and that ‘Horn OK Please’ roughly translates to:

‘Dear the poor sod that is stuck behind me

I am probably driving like an absolute retard risking not only my life but your life also, so please feel free to abuse me with the sound of your car horn until I move out of the middle of the road or stop whatever the retarded thing is that I am doing.

The Driver’