Earning a living in Mumbai, 3

This is my third post about earning a living in Mumbai. The city is bustling with making money and businesses, often very small. Sometimes just selling three potatoes and a cucumber along the side of the road.

Here are again some more examples of what I encountered while strolling through town or cruising it in a taxi.

Crawford Market is a market in an old Victorian Building. Like everything else in town the building is seriously run down. The market has different parts, like vegetables, meat and even pets and animals. The latter divisions I definitely wanted to skip, since they are not for the weakhearted like myself;-).

And since there was an old guy forcing himself upon us as a self declared guide we went through this market pretty fast. Too bad, but the guy was just too annoying!

Fruits

Spices

Poultry, with the occasional dead chicken lying around in the caged trucks

The majority of the markets are not in the shady indoors, but along the streets in the burning sun, amidst of rubble and garbage:

Baskets, buckets and other kitchenwares

Onions and potatoes

Vegetables

Grains and beans

Spices

Rice

More spices

Peppers

Grains and beans

An egg seller:

Eggs

This vegetable and fruit juice seller had been very creative with his carrots…hahaha:

Don’t know what they are selling, but I think tins with olive oil.

Here I am buying and bargaining for sari’s in this street stall in a slum. As you can see I soon became an attraction myself. But….I DID buy three sari’s for 3 euro’s each!

Booths like this sell magazines and other small stuff AND they have this huge red phone that serves as a public phone.

There are hairdressers everywhere. This one had a real salon;-), but many just work on the pavement.

Shaving the head of this baby.

This person sells keys along the road:

And if none of this is your cup of tea, you can always become a traveling gypsy who beats himself with a huge whip for money, like this guy:

I found 2 small videos on youtube with footage of these whip people in action. Maybe it’s the same man; I can not tell: