The next day we rose bright and early to join a 12 hour bus tour of the city, little did we know the hell it would be. The tour got off to a great start when exiting the bus at the first stop I fell down the stairs, much to the horror of the bus assistant and myself. Panic aside my dignity was saved as I managed to cling to the pole at the side of the steps. I blame the damn cocktails!!
Drama aside the tour offered an extensive view of the city for a very cheap price, 100 rupees (around one pound twenty) per person. Though it didn't help that the tour was mainly conducted in Hindi and the guide would shout out random sights to the three westerners just after we'd passed them.
However, we did get a tour of the Prince of Wales museum, a tiny aquarium (in which there were around 40 sharks in a 20" by 20" tank. Strangely enough no pictures were allowed), The Gateway of India and then drove 2 hours out of the center to see a beach in darkness, all in all a good day out (ahem!).
The next day we decided to take it easy and went for lunch at the revolving restaurant high above Marine drive, in all fairness the restaurant offered amazing views of the city and the chilled music and movement meant we stayed for nearly two of the 90 minute turns. That night a friend of Ju's had arranged a night out with a few of his friends. This showed us a completely
different side to the India we had already seen. The girls sent their chauffeur driven, pimped out car to pick us up and take us along to the bar we had arranged to meet at. They were definately 'glam' girls who told us they had daily manicures and pedicures, refused to take public transport and loved shopping at Jane Norman in the UK. From the hotel bar we moved onto a very exclusive club, members only (theres nothing bribery won't get you in India), where we sipped martinis of every flavor. At 7 quid a pop they were way over our 'backpacker' budget and we decided to sip the one we had bought for the rest of the night. However, the girls were knocking back theirs and encouraging us to do the same (I don't know where they put them as their waists were the circumference of a small saucepan). The bar was quite interesting, a mix of R'n'B and Indian Bangra, we felt rather underdressed in the garb that had been in our backpacks for the last three weeks. Yet we ran into some very amusing young Indians in the toilet. Dressed in bum skimming lyrca (it really was that small) they were rammed into the toilet, while the 15yr 
old sister of the one girl was throwing up all over the toilet and the toilet attendant, boy did it stink. Offering some helpful advice Jo suggested that they take the girl home, who was hunched over the toilet with her head between her legs. To which her sister replied, 'She's fine she needs to walk it off'. With that they grabbed the scrunchy wearer and dragged her out of the toilet to the chorus of 'Let's bounce bitches'. Another different take on the India in which we get stared at because we show off our arms.
Drama aside the tour offered an extensive view of the city for a very cheap price, 100 rupees (around one pound twenty) per person. Though it didn't help that the tour was mainly conducted in Hindi and the guide would shout out random sights to the three westerners just after we'd passed them.However, we did get a tour of the Prince of Wales museum, a tiny aquarium (in which there were around 40 sharks in a 20" by 20" tank. Strangely enough no pictures were allowed), The Gateway of India and then drove 2 hours out of the center to see a beach in darkness, all in all a good day out (ahem!).
The next day we decided to take it easy and went for lunch at the revolving restaurant high above Marine drive, in all fairness the restaurant offered amazing views of the city and the chilled music and movement meant we stayed for nearly two of the 90 minute turns. That night a friend of Ju's had arranged a night out with a few of his friends. This showed us a completely
different side to the India we had already seen. The girls sent their chauffeur driven, pimped out car to pick us up and take us along to the bar we had arranged to meet at. They were definately 'glam' girls who told us they had daily manicures and pedicures, refused to take public transport and loved shopping at Jane Norman in the UK. From the hotel bar we moved onto a very exclusive club, members only (theres nothing bribery won't get you in India), where we sipped martinis of every flavor. At 7 quid a pop they were way over our 'backpacker' budget and we decided to sip the one we had bought for the rest of the night. However, the girls were knocking back theirs and encouraging us to do the same (I don't know where they put them as their waists were the circumference of a small saucepan). The bar was quite interesting, a mix of R'n'B and Indian Bangra, we felt rather underdressed in the garb that had been in our backpacks for the last three weeks. Yet we ran into some very amusing young Indians in the toilet. Dressed in bum skimming lyrca (it really was that small) they were rammed into the toilet, while the 15yr 
old sister of the one girl was throwing up all over the toilet and the toilet attendant, boy did it stink. Offering some helpful advice Jo suggested that they take the girl home, who was hunched over the toilet with her head between her legs. To which her sister replied, 'She's fine she needs to walk it off'. With that they grabbed the scrunchy wearer and dragged her out of the toilet to the chorus of 'Let's bounce bitches'. Another different take on the India in which we get stared at because we show off our arms.
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