Balls Deep…

I was charged 360 rupees by this little boy driving me to the airport. the cab didn’t even make it all the way to colaba, it broke down about halfway. I was about to protest when he pulled out this “cab fare conversion chart” that said that if the meter read 180, then I owed him 360. It was the chart that did me in. I trusted the chart. He hailed me another cab, and I got nervous, really fucking nervous, when the meter was reaching into the 700s, then 800s. I was exhausted from the flight, a little nervous about being in mumbai alone, starting to get depressed and resigned myself to the fact that I was probably going to just bend over and take it. But when we reached the man told me 130 rupees. I breathed a sigh of relief and forked over the money. I did ask this shop keeper later, did I get screwed? But he said no, cab rides from the airport are usually around 400. so I did get ripped off, but only a little.
This same shopkeeper, fucking hooked it up with Hindi disco records from the 70’s!! I am really excited to play around with them when i get back. I was hoping for some record shopping but didn’t expect it knowing it would be hard to come by. But I got some rare, really great Asha Bhosle, R.D. Burman and Kishore Kumar albums.
I’ve been staying in the Salvation Army hostel, its a trip. Kind of a cross between a mental hospital for girls and some weird, Pan European alternate universe. Actually right when I walked in the room there were about three Indian chicks, one of them who had just taken off her shirt. It was like that movie Hostel.

M. Light