Too much to tell

Yesterday was our last day in Mumbai. We started off early in the morning, taking the train to the IIT campus in Powai to visit Vidya Mumbai, an NGO which runs a school and community center. We were told that we would meet women and children and have lunch. We were also told to prepare a performance of singing and dancing. This turned out to be a bit of a problem. With a clarinet and a basoon we woud have been all set, but with only two or three singers in the group and dancers who required music, we were at a bit of a loss. We rehearsed row row row your boat in round on the train and brainstormed other ideas on how to escape performing. Perhaps if we did not mention it they would forget this performance idea? We arrived at the train station and walked to find an auto rickshaw. As usual the group was separated and were dropped off at different gates. We eventually made it to the activities center where we were greeted by a group of about twenty five excited children ranging in age from 5-18 and a group of teachers. We sat in a cirle and were introduced while the chidren performed a greeting song. And then came the question from Bhavani, the head: "Now why don't you sing what you prepared?" We tried row row row your boat which some of the children knew a bit, and did the round. Clearly this was not all that exciting and we were getting some strange looks. We sang kumbaya. More strange looks. Next we stood up and did the hokey pokey and london bridge is falling down. That turned out to be a big hit; we ended up with a passable performance after all. We talked a bit and ate lunch. We didn't learn much about the organziation but we did receive brochures and descriptions to take with us and it was a lot of fun!
On the way back we became separated again with elana, elizabeth, aditi and I in one car and joel and katie on another and krishan, lindsay, and crissaris in the third car. We had an interesting conversation with women on the train. After we got back Katie, Joel, and I went to the Prince of Wales museum. Instead of paying the 300rs we expected, we ended up only needing to pay 6rs because we were students. Excellent! We rushed through the entire museum in 1hr because we had to go to tea immidiately after. The miniature paintings were my favorite and katie was extremely excited by everything; we were glad we had gone.
Next, we went for tea with my second cousin. Her apartment on a high floor of a tall builing on Malabar Hill was beautiful with a spectacular view of the city. We took her recommendation for dinner at the Taj President and had an excellent meal of traditional goan cuisine. We finished off the night at a club, "Not just jazz by the bay". Other people are welcome to comment on that experience :). Off to Pune!!