OK - the bad news. Always start with the bad news.
Last nigh we went in search of a rumoured, and much anticipated, Karaoke night. Alas, the hear say was not true, and instead we were met with an empty air conditioned room, with more staff than people.
It seems I will have to make do with singing in the shower for another day.
The good news though - and good may be something of an understatement, and serves to completely cancel out the bad news - we are going to be extras in a Bollywood movie tomorrow! How amazing is that??? After breakfast today, still feeling a bit glum about missing out on showing off last night, we were approached buy a guy who asked us if we eant to do it. Of course I immediatly said yes - instead of singing in a foreign bar in front of a load of strangers, we can dance around - in a studio - in front of cameras - for a movie!
Dan needed a little bit of persuading admittedly, and I was all ready to throw a tantrum in the middle of the stree if he said no, but he soon relented and we get whisked off to the studio tomorrow at 8 in the morning. We will be paid Rs500, (about 8 pounds) and provided food and drink apparently. It seems too good to be true. This is my first step to international stardom! I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight, I have to limber up and do some vocal excercises in case they decide they want to increase my part.
All joking aside though, it is actually quite a cool thing to do. Bollywood actually produces more films every year than its American counterpart, and Mumbai is the heart of all the action. It's big business, but you can't get tours there. The only way to get in and see it is to do some work for them, so we need to make the most of the oppurtunity.
But thats tomorrow. Today we took a boat ride to Elephanta Island, an hour away from Mumbai. It's one of the major attractions here, but really all it has are a couple of temples carved into the mountain: having seen Ellora just the other day I think it is safe to say we were less than impressed. We walked to the highest point of the Island, called Cannon Hill, because it was signposted, and I think we assumed there might be something reasonably impressive there.
Just a cannon.
We should have guessed.
With sweat dripping off us like we were a salty lollipop left out in the sun, and cursing our misplaced trust in the Indian tourism industry for leading us here, we made our way back to the boat after just a couple of hours and made our way back.
I was slightly dissapointed, but counteracted that with thoughts about tomorrow.
Everybody sing with me - "Fame! I'm gonna live forever, I'm gonna learn how to fly. Fame!...."