Banganga, back pain, Bombay


I woke up with terrible muscle spasms in my back. Welcome to old age and a lumpy bed. I will try to sleep on the floor tonight to see if that helps. The only thing keeping me from crying out in pain is my dwindling supply of Klonopin. Still, Olaf and I managed to take a brief walking tour of Malabar hill, stopping by such notable landmarks at the Banganga Tank and Gold’s Gym before returning to the apartment red-faced and sticky. This is Olaf’s last day and we wanted to make it special, so tonight we will try to hit a swank restaurant like Trishna (a must for any out of towner, at least once.)