Weaving in and out of bus passengers, tiffin (lunch) is carried from one vendor to his own stall in Mumbai.
The wiser traveller doesn’t go in the water nor do the locals, who stay on the beach (Juhu in this case, I think). The parachute and soldier are inexplicable but it’s why I clicked the shutter at that moment.
Waiting for a ferry in the hazy heat behind the Gateway of India in Mumbai, there is a mix of the slow (the ferry) and the fast (the mobile phone).
At night in Mumbai the bus breaks down and we return by tuk tuk, sometimes on the road, sometimes on the pavement. In India this makes perfect sense.