The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, Built in 1903, a 105-year old heritage building containing 565 rooms including 46 suites, and is considered one of the “Leading hotels in the world”. The hotel incorporates a taste of style and collection of priceless paintings and works of art in the era it covers. This was during our first tour in Mumbai in 2006.
This is me in Mumbai, India with the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel on the background. This was during our second tour to the Gateway of India, with Paul the driver. It was safe and peaceful then which I am so thankful. It is just so sad that the seaborne terrorist attack not just damaged the building, but killed almost two hundred people, poor clueless and so defenseless people and tourists in a strange land. I know just how it feels, but the terror and fear on that day and the reason of the attack is beyond comprehension.
Frontier trivia of the day:
The best rooms in the superior old wing of the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel cost more than £250 per night, India’s best-known and best-loved hotel in the heart of its commercial and financial capital.
The monsoony afternoon clouds over Juhu beach, Bombay (Mumbai, India). Taken from the hotel we stayed in. It was a good day sky watching from the inside, and also watching thousands of Indians lazying out the afternoon ashore. It was a regular delight for me watching them and sometimes joining them. See the stormy weather did not prevent them from spending the time with their lovers, family and friends playing ball, sitting or sleeping on the sand despite the multitude, or even daring to swim in the grayish waters.
Wordless Wednesday – Safe in her mother’s bossom
Sanjay Gandhi National Park, India.
I am not comparing monkeys with people; I don’t believe in the theory that we come from there. But looking at that scene in that park I didn’t see the monkeys, but I saw the emotional bond between them and made me recall that when we were kids, five of us siblings (that’s a blessing!) then with a year or two age gap, it was not just our mother that held us tight, but our eldest sister too. She would always hold us together so we would not be run over on our long way home from church. The joy of childhood! I was holding tight. 🙂 In case you ask why it is a blessing..
This was the hotel we stayed in Mumbai in 2006. Situated on Juhu beach, this was taken one afternoon along the shore where thousands of Indian passed their time. A silhouette of the hotel gave obscure view of the building painting.
Juhu beach, an indispensable part of the city of Mumbai, is one of the largest and frequently visited beaches in India on the shores of the Arabian Sea. Not exactly an ideal place for a quiet swim and a sunbath, the beach has a charm of its own, attracting legions of Mumbaikars every day.
How to get there:
Juhu is 20-25km north of the city centre; by air, it is not far from Mumbai airport, and which is also well connected by rail and roads, 15 Kms From Dadar Bus Stand.
For accomodations along the Juhu Beach, check here.
By now I have four days left before I leave for Singapore-Davao. My vacation and travels so far are really worth it. I have seen many beautiful and unforgettable places and people. And what is important is that we enjoyed our time together, hubby and I. I am not yet done though, seeing the Taj Mahal, Baby Taj, and the Agra Fort, and riding a camel and elephant were almost enough. Tomorrow and the next day I will be touring around the city of 20 million people, Mumbai, with hubby’s driver as tour guide also. See you around.
I kept looking at my watch while in the plane. (Singapore and Philippines are in the same time zone, ie, they have the same time, no time difference). No use huh to keep looking, I couldn’t make the plane fly faster than 940 km/hr? But I was estimating the time for me to move to make it to the next flight.
The plane lands in Singapore Changi airport at 7:40 pm, plus still some minutes to enter the main building. I was one of the first ones to go out and I hurried out but just in the gate I saw my name in the placard being called for by the ground staffs. “Excuse me, that’s me.” To my utmost relief, a buggy car was waiting for me and someone was taking me to the farthest gate boarding Mumbai passengers. I was very glad. I was very thankful of the Silkair flight of their taking care of my travel adjustments. With the buggy car ride, I saved an overnight’s worth of time. We reached gate 60 just when they were starting to board passengers. And my baggage? I just had one and in Davao they were placing it in the best place also so they could pull it out easily in Singapore. The buggy car driver was helpful enough and he called other ground agents to see to it my baggage can make it in the plane. He told her in the other line that I was going to India to get married so my bag must make it. Unique huh? Well, I was going to Mumbai to be with the man I married, almost the same reason, but not quiet, but I just listened. He was just making initiative to help me. I was so glad. But it was not sure if my bag indeed made it so I will just report it if I don’t see in in Mumbai airport. “See you in India, bag,” trip there.
I called hubby telling him I made it, and he was so glad. Imagine if I could not make it? We have been away, well, just for six weeks only, hhmm. Just few minutes after I was inside the air craft it was taking off and in four and a half hours, I will be in India. Thank God.