We spent the morning packing (and deciding what we could send back to Europe, hurrah) then met up for lunch with my parents, who had arrived back exhausted from a couple of days racing headlong around Maharashtra. After lunch we made our way up to Victoria Terminus to show my mother the UNESCO World Heritage building where her grandfather and mother had lived, a decent perk for being Chief Superintendent for the region.
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| The main entrance to the Victoria Terminus (or CST, as it is now called) |
We managed to talk our way past the guard at the gate and into the palatial edifice, now used for the Central Railway's offices. Some low-level guy spotted us and tried to throw us out, but thankfully we managed to find someone more senior who was sufficiently interested in our story to ask one of his assistants to show us around. He also contacted the person in charge of records to see if he could dig up some more information on my great-grandfather. Unsurprisingly he was unable to produce anything on the spot, but he did give my mother the contact details for the Indian national archive, which would be most likely to have some information.
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| Through the front door(s) |
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| Staircase up from the entrance hall |
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| The dome over the staircase |
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| Peaceful, sunlight corridor |
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| View from the balcony |
We returned to the hotel to finish packing and to make some progress on the blog, then headed over to my parents' hotel, overlooking the Arabian Sea, for a delicious last meal in India. We were in bed early, but not nearly early enough for the appalling hour showing on my alarm clock.
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| View from the 14th floor balcony (through the netting) |
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