congratulations, bombay, you win.

we were having one of those days yesterday, you know? my computer was supposed to be coming back, fixed, and when i got there it hadn't even been sent out yet. so we tried to go to the internet cafe and get the address of our hotel in delhi (we're going to the taj mahal this weekend!) to bring to the travel agent, but the internet cafe did not have internet. we had a list of errands, including getting fabric and meeting the tailor who is making us dresses. we were supposed to meet the tailor outside a cinema, but when he called to give us more specific directions, the taxi driver refused to take the phone and talk with him, then attempted to overcharge us. when we met the tailor's man at the cinema, he ran us through some back streets of the city and i almost got hit by a car in the process, at which point i was so angry that i started shaking my bags at the driver while an old man behind me clucked in dismay. i'm not sure who exactly was the object of his dismay. probably me. we hopped back into a taxi to go to the travel agent, in dalamal tower, but neither we nor the driver could find it. seems everyone was directing us to dalamal house. after three loops around nariman point we got out and walked (it was actually right there) and all went smoothly inside, but we couldn't find a cab willing to take us home. perhaps they were waiting for some rich businessman to head out to the suburbs. and then, just when i thought i couldn't take anymore, i felt something hot hit my arm.



yes, the pigeons were fighting back.

yes, a pigeon pooped on my arm.



fortunately, we carry purell and tissues at all times for bathroom emergencies. generally, we do not expect these to be pigeon-bathroom emergencies, but what can you do?