KHOJ Residency, India

My journey from the airport to Colaba, at the tip of Bombay's peninsula, took one and a half hours due to congestion. There was some hooting, but usually recognisably necessary, rather than blindly imperious egotism. It was as hot as Delhi, but tropical heat that imposed a relaxed acceptance. The taxis are all spivvy little black and yellow Fiats from the 1960's.