Today was our last day in Mumbai and it was a very busy one. After having breakfast with Vera and Chris, we went back to our room to pack and get ready. This being India, the plans made yesterday to have a car and driver at our disposal all day fell through. The taxi driver Willie had contacted, cancelled at the last minute and we just found out when we called Willie. Oh well, the plans of mice and men ....
Once ready, we checked out of the YWCA and they refunded us our last night which would have been tonight. It was not even difficult, they did not make a fuss at all. Willie came over (just because he is such a nice guy) and helped carry our luggage to a taxi and off we went to Bandra where Maria (Willie's wife) expected us. I had written to Maria at Christmas for so many years but had never met her in person. It is really nice to put a face to her name. She is a very warm and friendly person and we immediately felt at ease in her presence. We also got to meet their daughter Paloma. What a pretty girl! We just dropped our belongings there and went to visit some friends we had not seen in ages. Cecil and Sheila were very happy to see us and so were we. They are getting older now and it broke my heart when, as we were leaving, Cecil gave me a big warm hug and said "this is the last time we see each other".
I have so often said that life is hard in India. The cities are so dirty, the traffic so terrible that no one can really walk in a relaxed fashion, the sidewalks are non-existent for the most part but, the people are so kind. No one is rude to you when you ask for directions. Example: we got in a rickshaw to go to Cecil and Sheila's place. We remembered they lived on Prof. Almeida Road but, once there, could not recognize their building. Some young men noticed us and immediately came to us and asked if they could help. We called our friends and one of them talked to them. They then told us where to go and even offered to walk there with us.
After our visit with Cecil and Sheila, we got into another rickshaw and met Lynnette and Benjamen who were taking us out to lunch at the Bandra Gymkahna. We had a really lovely time with them. We had not seen Benjamen since l989 and Lynnette, some years later when she came to Ottawa with her parents to celebrate Mum and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary. Somehow, all these people don't seem to age. From there, we went on to visit another cousin and her family, Leonie, Nitin, Semoline his wife and Nandita. Again, we had not seen them since 1989 when Nandita was about 4 years old and Nitin a bit older. By then the traffic in Bandra was so incredible, that we walked back to Willie's place to pick up our luggage and drive to the Santa Cruz Gymkahna for dinner.
Dinner was really very nice. We were touched to see that everyone came happily to be with us on our last evening in India. We even got to meet Christine, Selwyn and Vera's youngest daughter, the only one still living at home, and Karl and Sean, Giles and Vida's sons. We found it so nice of these young people to even want to come and meet some distant cousins from Canada. The whole get together was very pleasant and it was with a sad heart that we had to get ourselves ready to leave. I have to say that we had invited everyone to this dinner, 17 of us in all, including Chris and Vera. When it was time to pay for it, Vera and Selwyn never let us even see the bill. Thank you so much was all that we could say.
It was now 11pm and getting a taxi was quite the job. Willie seems to be an expert at this. The boys never let us even pick-up our luggage. After innumerable hugs, we had to say goodbye to everyone and be on our way. The whole evening was the perfect finale for our Indian holiday.
Getting to the airport was terrible, Mumbai really never sleeps. The traffic was horrendous and I really though we would be late. We made it on time and the long flight home was uneventful. We had plenty of time to replay our day and to wish that our family was not spread out so far away.
Once ready, we checked out of the YWCA and they refunded us our last night which would have been tonight. It was not even difficult, they did not make a fuss at all. Willie came over (just because he is such a nice guy) and helped carry our luggage to a taxi and off we went to Bandra where Maria (Willie's wife) expected us. I had written to Maria at Christmas for so many years but had never met her in person. It is really nice to put a face to her name. She is a very warm and friendly person and we immediately felt at ease in her presence. We also got to meet their daughter Paloma. What a pretty girl! We just dropped our belongings there and went to visit some friends we had not seen in ages. Cecil and Sheila were very happy to see us and so were we. They are getting older now and it broke my heart when, as we were leaving, Cecil gave me a big warm hug and said "this is the last time we see each other".
I have so often said that life is hard in India. The cities are so dirty, the traffic so terrible that no one can really walk in a relaxed fashion, the sidewalks are non-existent for the most part but, the people are so kind. No one is rude to you when you ask for directions. Example: we got in a rickshaw to go to Cecil and Sheila's place. We remembered they lived on Prof. Almeida Road but, once there, could not recognize their building. Some young men noticed us and immediately came to us and asked if they could help. We called our friends and one of them talked to them. They then told us where to go and even offered to walk there with us.
After our visit with Cecil and Sheila, we got into another rickshaw and met Lynnette and Benjamen who were taking us out to lunch at the Bandra Gymkahna. We had a really lovely time with them. We had not seen Benjamen since l989 and Lynnette, some years later when she came to Ottawa with her parents to celebrate Mum and Dad's 50th wedding anniversary. Somehow, all these people don't seem to age. From there, we went on to visit another cousin and her family, Leonie, Nitin, Semoline his wife and Nandita. Again, we had not seen them since 1989 when Nandita was about 4 years old and Nitin a bit older. By then the traffic in Bandra was so incredible, that we walked back to Willie's place to pick up our luggage and drive to the Santa Cruz Gymkahna for dinner.
Dinner was really very nice. We were touched to see that everyone came happily to be with us on our last evening in India. We even got to meet Christine, Selwyn and Vera's youngest daughter, the only one still living at home, and Karl and Sean, Giles and Vida's sons. We found it so nice of these young people to even want to come and meet some distant cousins from Canada. The whole get together was very pleasant and it was with a sad heart that we had to get ourselves ready to leave. I have to say that we had invited everyone to this dinner, 17 of us in all, including Chris and Vera. When it was time to pay for it, Vera and Selwyn never let us even see the bill. Thank you so much was all that we could say.
It was now 11pm and getting a taxi was quite the job. Willie seems to be an expert at this. The boys never let us even pick-up our luggage. After innumerable hugs, we had to say goodbye to everyone and be on our way. The whole evening was the perfect finale for our Indian holiday.
Getting to the airport was terrible, Mumbai really never sleeps. The traffic was horrendous and I really though we would be late. We made it on time and the long flight home was uneventful. We had plenty of time to replay our day and to wish that our family was not spread out so far away.