Mumbai

We landed in Mumbai to an atmosphere as thick as Australian bushfire season. But the only fire here is the burning sun penetrating the concrete structures of derelict buildings and bouncing off shambles of metal holding together kilometres of slums. It's true, India is an onslaught on all of the senses.

Organised chaos at it's finest. The car horns never stop, their way of creating lanes by beeping their presence to the cars around them. It's incredible that it works, but it does. It's like the ebb and flow of an unstoppable shore, except that the sound is polluting and drilling.

One night in Mumbai was enough. Each step attracted another beggar, each question provoked a request for another rupee.

On to Udaipur in the hope of finding our love for India...