If you see Bombay duck on a menu, it?s actually bombil fish dried in the sun and deep-fried.

Upon arrival into India, remind yourself that it?ll only take moments to adjust to the cows in the road, honking and yelling from rickshaw drivers, or taxis wanting camels to move over. The constant throng of people in your face are moving only to a rhythm they can feel. Life on the streets can be described as intoxicating. Over 50% of Mumbai?s population lives in slums or shantytowns. Blacksmiths, tanners, seamstresses, barbers and vendors selling anything you might imagine work side by side on the streets. Except for cooking and sleeping space, [multi-story cement cubicles or corrugated roofed shacks], life happens in the alleyways. The diversity of India hit my face all at once giving me a connection I rarely feel after leaving a country.