India: Walking Tour of Waroda Pakhadi in Bandra

My last post was about our neighborhood, Bandra, in comparison to Brooklyn, and now I’m focusing on the little pakhadi or hamlet that we live in, in Bandra. Bandra used to consist of 24 pakhadis mostly inhabited by fishermen and farmers. Our area is called Waroda (or Varoda) and it’s filled with tons of old bungalows and narrow lanes.

I really came to love the old bungalows; they have so much character and history. The ornate gates and colorful, but peeling paint are really quite charming. Many have names, like St. Kilda Cottage, just like you might name your beach house (if you are lucky enough to have one of those!).

The neighborhood has been brought into modern times, most noticeably by some amazing graffiti. Wandering through some of the lanes, it’s easy to just follow a graffiti trail and get lost in the trendy street art. Some of the work is extremely creative, utilizing the surroundings and incorporating it into the work.

If you continue down Waroda Road, you’ll end up at the fabulous market Manor wrote about in his last post, complete with fish mongers and chicken butchers, as well as any every day item you might need. We’ve seen this sight a few times and we finally got some photos: a man on a bike with a bunch of live chickens tied together by their feet and hanging upside down. Kind of disturbing if you care about animals at all but kind of amazing a the same time.

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One response to “India: Walking Tour of Waroda Pakhadi in Bandra

  1. Jona Bering | Backpacking with a Book

    Every time I hear the word of Darjeeling, it never fails to remind me of Kiran Desai’s Darjeeling.

    “the weight of more concrete pressing downward had spurred the town’s lopsided descent and caused more landslides than ever. As you approached it, it looked like a garbage heap rearing above and sliding below, so it seemed caught in a photostill, a frozen moment of its stumble.”

    From a travel essay here:

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