My dad’s uncle, Jaisinh mama, has a house in Mahabaleshwar where he lives for most of the year. Mahabaleshwar is a hill station six hours southeast of Bombay, and he prefers its green trees and moderate temperatures to Bombay’s pollution and humidity. At about 4,500 feet above sea level, it gets 300 inches of rainfall annually. Stuff grows here.
While Mahabaleshwar’s cool weather provides relief from Bombay’s heat, it feels a little too cold to me. I like visiting India because I’m always waiting to be enveloped in sticky, stifling, warm humidity after suffering through winter here. Sweating is a lot less painful than shivering.
I have such a hard time believing those photos are from India.
Untrue. Shivering is SO much more pleasant than sweating. YUCK!
Zen, why do you have a hard time believing the fotos are from India?
[...] first, before I start this sorting and throwing and arranging, let me tell you about Jaisinh mama’s baked omelette, because, like the sun, it’s cheerful. And I need a bright spot on a [...]