A western guy in India. Part 1

To be a western guy in India is an experience that can be difficult to explain sometimes. I am not the first foreigner writing about it. No one is ever the first one doing anything in Mumbai. Or anywhere now days for that matter. It has all already happened before...

Mumbai – Crazy rides in the city

I was walking along the street on my way home from a café one evening. Some guy on a motorbike stopped by and asked if I wanted a ride. Sure, I said and jumped on. How could I be so naive? Quite soon I realized that the guy couldn’t drive straight. I told him to drive...

Mumbai – The Slum and the food

When I first came here I had already booked my accommodation in advance. It was Just a bed in a room in a flat that I shared with four Indian young guys. I found this accommodation through a group on Facebook I was advised to check out by someone I hardly know. I said...

Me writing

​I had mixed feeling towards starting to write in English. After all it is not my mother tongue. I was worried about that I might type mistakes. But whatever. Everything does not always have to be according to the rules. Never mind. I write for myself anyway. Make me...

Mumbai – How I am settling in PART 2

Just the muadh would be enough to drive anyone of they where I come from crazy. Maybe not as crazy as the guy shouting his prayer out through the rough, poor-quality speakers that barks across the slum. But still crazy as in having chaos and burning fire underneath...

Mumbai – How I am settling in PART 1

In a city big enough to make even superstars tiny.​ I mean here is many of them and you can hardly see the sky. I feel like an elephant that have laid down for almost too long now. Not because the size of my body is too heavy and that I am about to die from crushing...