9 hours later and Tom crying as his TV set on the plane didn't work! We arrive in Mumbai (11.45 local time) its not raining!! We have lots of forms to fill in for immigration and then we collect our baggage. So far so good. As we had 10 hours to kill before our night train to Goa, we took our lives in our hands and jumped in a taxi to the only place we know, the Taj Mahal Hotel in Colaba. We soon found the journey was madness and whoever honked their horn the loudest has priority on the road.
After wandering around a few Mumbai sites, (Gateway of India and the Colaba coast) we decided to make our way to the train station (Mumbai CST), I don't think we'd ever felt as out of place as in that station, the place was mayhem, guys hanging from the roof without harnesses, beggers, rats, dirt, thieves and we were the only Europeans in the building.
At 10.00pm, and an hour of Tom talking to an Indian man about cricket, our train arrived and we found the seat which we had reserved a couple of months ago. Having had no sleep for the last day we settled in our bunks for the 12 hour "express" ride to Goa.