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Touch of Indian airports, is always a shock - sound, smell, noise, and the number of people as much as that is an absolute sensory bombardment. Indian airports have seen some wonderful changes in recent years, the Indian government has injected all the tourism money. Once you leave those sliding doors, however, the real India to keep you, inserted into the world separated from the motherland, it is hard not to flinch.

This is not to say that India is not a good place to travel, stay away from it. I visit India every day I have left thinking, "This will be the last time, but the fact is, India is an intoxicating, rich cultural connotation, heritage, fantastic food, or even better person. It attracts you to come back, opened another chapter in its mysterious book, give you the opportunity to explore its ancient utensils and amiable residents.

It all began with my first round the world trip. I have been to University and completed prior to travel, but always wanted to visit the spirit of the place, I read-only and dreams. This seems to be a long way to go, but the more I read the vibrant culture, a good place for hippies and dramatic mountain landscape, I can not wait to board the plane to Mumbai.

As the aircraft at the Mumbai airport to leave, hit me the first thing is hot. I've never particularly good in hot places (why I once again in India), but this is like nothing I've never experienced. I sweat, I withdraw my luggage through customs through my way into the main hall.

"Sir, sir! Taxi! Taxi!" I came from all directions. I was harassment of taxi drivers from all angles, my paste, red face and over-expansion of the backpack, like a magnet, each 55 m radius. They push the fierce, shouting louder and louder, and occasionally made contact. I have read somewhere, in this case to maintain a calm, play it very easy, do not let them know your weakness.

They insist, gradually wringing the last drop from my roast brain sensible. Suffice it to say, my game plan and did not last very long pressure too much

"Do not worry about me!" I'm in a few decibels more than about 30 hungry gaggle of new blood to the taxi driver shouted, "I walk, I do not need a taxi!" I rushed to the oppression of the sun outside, and began to enter the highway behind me, leaving a confused man melee.

This is at least a few hundred meters before I stopped, had to admit defeat. I was young, confident, I can overcome the heat and certainly, I will not need help, let me to the hotel. I was wrong. Dizziness and dehydration, I got a taxi (more than a passing, still looking at my taxi driver from the airport in front of disdain), and told him to take me to the city center mark.

It is so real India to seize me, gave me a hot, sweaty bear hug, as if to say, "Welcome to the world you have never seen, may not even know exist". For any person to the flight of the Mumbai airport, they will say something like that. Within the plush airport from the deterioration of some of the worst known to man, poverty, and then return to the multi-million dollar skyscrapers contrast is amazing. Like a huge, nasty caste sandwich bread is too heavy and overwhelming, and buried the unpleasant, unsightly filling.

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