Tuesday, 30 December 2008

China Day 4

After breakfast at the Hutongs, hopped into Old Yang's taxi - our tour-guide and driver for the day.

Old Yang brought us to the Nujie Muslim Street to fill-up before we proceed to Summer Palace, said the food there was too expensive.


Had Muslim food for lunch. Quite good.


Visited the Summer Palace.




The Summer Palace park was massive. It was a pity it was winter,where the leaves of all the trees and flowers have fallen off. Otherwise the whole place would be green and blooming.
Plus the winter weather made visibility even poorer.
Still thought the place was beautiful though.

Men were spearing for fish on the frozen Kunming lake at the Summer Palace.


Old Yang picked us up in the evening and drove as around for a while.

He brought us to Beijing University. This is the library.

More buildings of the Beijing University. I felt Monash was a dump after visiting this place.

Then visited Qinghua University.


Their technology faculty / precint. They have at least 12 or 13 buildings like these more than 10 storeys high in the technology faculty itself. Some transnational companies have their own buildings, eg Samsung, Google.

He then brought us to a see the world's largest TV screen built on the ceiling of a shopping centre. It was large.
Yawn.


China Day 3

First 2 days were weekends, factories were not running, so experienced the Beijing Smog for the first time that Monday.


Went to Wangfujing. Stopped by the snack street. Thought there was a nice variety of food to choose from here. It was only the next day that I realised everything here was overpriced.
 

Live scorpions that would be barbequed. All of them were still moving (except for the dried seahorse). Regretted I did not try any.





Had the famous Quanjude Roast Duck for dinner. Approx 230yuan for the full duck set for four people. It was good, but didn't think the price was justified. A bit overpriced and overhyped.

China Day 2

Explored and had a typical Chinese breakfast at Hutong. Cheap and nice. Steamed buns and Soy Milk.

Visited the Great Wall at Juyong Pass. Passed by a lot of military camps, barracks along the way. Including a 'Military centre of defense against biological warfare'.


View was breath taking. 
Chinese took pride in Bill Clinton saying nothing but 'amazing... amazing...' during his aerial tour of the Great Wall.


Wall was actually quite tiring to climb. Steps were huge. Would have dressed more appropriately if we knew earlier. Didn't cover that much. Noted that were lucky to have visited the wall now, don't think parents would have made it in a couple of years time.

More scenic locations of the Great Wall would have been Mutianyu and Simatai, but are tougher to climb. Wasn't prepared anyway.



Had lunch at a restaurant cum souvenir / Chinese handicraft shop. 

Visited the Olympic Park.
Plenty of dodgy souvenir sellers.


Dinner wasn't worth mentioning.
Not that China has not much to eat, but we had a lousy tour guide for the first 2 days.
Courtesy of him, went on a 'cucumber diet' during the 2-day tour.

Day 1 China

Went to the Tiananmen Square then the Forbidden City
Hell lots of people. Can't imagine what's it like in summer.

Toured the Hutongs by rickshaw

Had a typical Chinese family lunch at a hutong

Went to the temple of heavens



watched an Chinese acrobatic performance that wasn't that good.
Dinner wasn't worth mentioning.

Sunday, 28 December 2008

I give up

Writing a day-by-day report on my trip to China is suicide. Its even longer than my law essay. Because I have no patience, no time, will be travelling again, will be working soon, and will have more pictures and thoughts of my further travels, and the thought of a day's summary being even longer than my law essay disturbs me... I give up. I will just post pictures and write a bit on specific locations (if I have the patience).

Meanwhile, I drown myself in sorrow for my dear Arsenal;

Came up with a list of places I would like to go within the following 5 years (not in order):
  1. Hiking in Tasmania, Australia
  2. Nothern Territory: Kakadu and Ayers Rock, Australia
  3. Journey to the South-west China backpacking trip (covering the Three Gorges, Yangtse River, Guilin, and Yunnan)
  4. India
  5. Cambodia
  6. Vietnam
  7. Bangkok, Thailand
  8. Jakarta and surrounds, Indonesia
  9. Melacca, Malaysia
  10. Climb Mount Kinabalu, Borneo
  11. Mulu, Borneo

Friday, 26 December 2008

China Day One - 6, December 2008

During the my flight from KL – Beijing, I was informed from the captain’s announcement prior to landing that the temperature at Beijing was … -11 Celsius. That really freaked me out. It was then that I doubted if I would even be able to survive the weather, let alone enjoy this trip.

Before the trip, I was thrilled, expecting that my first stop would be the new Terminal 3 of the Beijing Capital International Airport, completed and officially commenced operations just before the Beijing Olympics. The US$3.5 billion expansion to the Beijing Airport made it the largest in the world. Terminal 3 itself is larger than Heathrow’s 5 terminals combined with 17% to spare. I was blown away by the pictures of the airport when I saw them on the internet in Melbourne. The roof is bright red, Chinese colour for good luck, and according to Wikipedia, it has an indoor garden is constructed in the style of imperial gardens such as the Summer Palace and has also a tunnel landscape of an underground garden that has been finished with plants on each side so that passengers can appreciate them inside the mini-train. The terminal was massive. What a way to start my visit to China with the first stop already being a tourist destination.



But to my very, very great disappointment, as the plane landed, it… drove past Terminal 3. I would not be using it. Even as the plane drove past after it touched the ground, the sight of Terminal 3 was nothing less than impressive. The red roof and the lights of the terminal glared in darkness of Beijing’s early morning. It looked like a dragon or a phoenix. I think my heart was on the floor, shattered. Beijing broke my heart at the very moment I arrived. I had only Malaysian Airlines lousy reputation and Malaysia’s less than significant status in the world to blame for the airline to be using the old Terminal 2. I’m sure only passengers of Qantas, Emirates, Singapore Airlines etc would have the privilege of using Terminal 3.

On the way to the baggage claim, not long after I exited the aerobridge, there was a mobile service company representative selling China Unicom prepaid sim cards. I cannot imagine what would happen if this was allowed in Malaysia, or even Australia. My eye would hurt so much if I were to be greeted by shocking and in-your-face-colours and annoying ads of Hotlink, U mobile, Celcom, Digi the very moment I landed at an airport after an tiring 8-12hr flight without much sleep, though I must admit that that would be very convenient.

Arriving at Customs Clearance, I was greeted by a sign ‘the Inspectors send their best regards to the passengers’. How sweet. A nearby sign boasts their friendliness, the efficiency target, individual clearance time, and average time the customs take to process the passenger’s passports. Unlike Melbourne where the line in front of customs is painfully long, the hall was empty. Welcome to China.  

As I proceeded to let the custom officer ‘chop’ my passport, I was greeted with a little panel at eye-level with cute buttons – a happy face, and a sad face – with the officer’s ID, where you can press to indicate how satisfactory the particular custom officer’s service is. How cute. I pressed the happy face. The custom officer did not reply my greeting, did not say a single word, and never smiled. Best regards my ass.

We were met by our private tour guide for the first two days, Duncan , at the arrival hall. To my surprise he spoke really good English, even with a slight American accent. I thought he must have went to some English course, which is increasingly popular in China, but he denied this. I was told that he picked up his English from school (elementary and secondary) and self-study, which is quite amazing – even in Melbourne, majority of the Chinese students do not speak English with the same level of proficiency as this man, which made me wondered what they had been learning in schools.

As we made our way out of the underground parking area of the airport in the tour van, I wanted to see something really badly –one of the things in my ‘must see/do’ list: The Beijing Smog. Saw so many pictures of it in the lead up to the Olympics, with the whole world and the Australian media being very concerned with the event being held in such a polluted country. Lonely Planet even stated that breathing the Beijing’s air in a day, would be equivalent to SMOKING 70 CIGARETTES in ONE DAY! That is equivalent to 3.5 PACKS PER DAY! Which even to the most hardcore smoker in the world, I would think is a near impossible feat. As the van exited the underground parking, much to my surprise, the air was surprisingly not as bad as what I thought it was. I expected to be greeted by visibility like what I experienced in Malaysia during the haze periods, where even spotting something 100 metres away would be difficult, but it was surprisingly okay.

The next thing I noticed is the highways. I expected China’s traffic to be absolute chaos, lousy roads and terrible driving (which I later figured out applied to the rest of China but not Beijing). But for a country so new, and geographically huge, the highways, tollways, freeways and its system were quite decent and efficient, in fact, even better than Malaysia. China has invested heavily in its infrastructure, one of the main reasons for its rapid economic growth, and I was very impressed with what I saw. Later parts of the trips where I was required to travel further away from the main cities, further confirmed this. With highways linking rural areas, provinces, small towns etc to be of similar quality.

As we entered the city, I was told by Duncan that the Beijing city is equivalent to 16 Hong Kongs!! I saw many highrises and apartments being built. The apartment projects or developments, unlike Malaysia or Australia, is not restricted to one building per development, but 4-10 buildings in a single development! Noticed in the city that there are many shops selling solely tobacco and alcohol, with most of them stating 名烟名酒 (premium tobacco, premium alcohol) at the signboards, with at least 3 at every 100 metres. The Chinese take their smoking very seriously. No wonder most of the 7-11 and convenience stores in Melbourne are operated by Chinese migrants. Also noticed that there weren’t as many bicycles as I thought there were, from the pictures and photographs of Beijing (formerly known as a bicycle city). I knew that most of them had been replaced by cars, but I didn’t know it the numbers had decreased to such an extent. Many of the bicycles are ‘bicycles-cum-electric scooters’, with the high-tech bicycles being partly run by the electricity created by peddling it. Most of the cars on the roads were Audis, BMWs, Volkswagens, Buicks and Chryslers, which I sort of expected before I came.

 Our first stop would be the Tiananmen Square. What a way to start off my travel. It was so cold, my balls were freezing literally as we got off the van. My nose was so runny, and my face was numb from the cold, that I couldn’t feel it. I wore a t-shirt, a collared business short, a woollen pullover, a jacket, a beanie and leather gloves, and yet that wasn’t enough to keep me warm…….



… to be continued.

Prior China 2008


I was really looking forward to this trip. Previous travels over the years have been mostly to KL or Singapore; which to me is boring and monotonous. These are places I have been accustomed to and I knew what to expect from these trips. Finally a venture to the unknown: an unknown country, city, culture, people and place.. And, it would be my very first trip to China. I could not sleep for the two days leading to my departure from KL, partly to do with me falling sick, but more of me being excited and nervous. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew it was going to be different. It was more like an adventure than a holiday.

The trip somehow coincided with me reading a book on China’s economy and its significance to the rest of the world. I think that somehow added to my excitement. I was looking forward to seeing what China has become, and if any, the remnants of its past, and also the life and culture of its people. Being interested in politics, foreign relations and current affairs, that further fuelled my desire to pay a visit to one of the world’s and civilization’s most significant places. I was particularly anticipating the visit to the Tiananmen Square, and also to witness first-hand the very much talked about phenomenal growth of this great nation, after being stripped bare of everything in the early and mid-20th century. I very much liked to see for myself the strength and character of its people, which I greatly respect and am fascinated with, in rebuilding a nation from near destruction to what it is today, and what they have achieved through that. Maybe it is due to the way I’m educated, brought up, my environment, or my interests, or the readings that I have done, that I am more interested in China’s development in the past century politically, economically and socially; rather than the dynasties and grandeur of centuries ago, but I was nonetheless looking forward with a slight interest to those sites with such historical and cultural values. Just the thought of me being able to accomplish this, or part of it, from this trip was in itself exhilarating.

The days leading to the departure, I have been busy reading Lonely Planet: China and Lonely Planet City Encounters: Beijing, making notes and plans on where I would like to go, what I would like to see, and what I would like to do. But I left most of the planning etc to my mother, for this is a family holiday and it would make it much easier if all I did was just to show up as she handled the rest. From my reads, travelling in China seemed fairly simple and manageable (alone or with a family), which I later realised how wrong I was. I was initially sceptical of engaging tours, which my aunt did arrange on our family’s behalf out of good faith as my parents were extremely busy, but I nonetheless kept an open mind and just went along with everything.

I departed KL early morning on the 6th, December. 

Saturday, 29 November 2008

Mumbai

Mumbai: attack on all fronts

  • Hamish McDonald
  • November 29, 2008
Exit: foreign tourists leave Mumbai after the attacks.

Exit: foreign tourists leave Mumbai after the attacks. Photo: AFP

THERE was a one-day cricket match on television, and the streets were almost empty in the old part of Mumbai, down on the peninsula that juts into the Arabian Sea, where shops, restaurants and small hotels are crammed into once-gracious stone apartment blocks built for the former British commercial class and their local partners.

About 9.15pm, Bharat Tamore stepped out from his small apartment to walk to the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel, where his night shift as a junior manager was due to start at 10pm. Diverting to the waterfront to enjoy the sea breeze, he noticed something unusual.

"It was a small inflatable raft, not usually seen in our parts, where fishermen ply only small boats," Tamore told The Times of India. "In the darkness, I saw eight young men stepping out of the raft, two at a time. They jumped into the waters, and picked up a haversack. They bent down again, and came up carrying two more haversacks, one in each hand."

Tamore approached the young men, who looked in their 20s and were wearing jeans and jackets, and asked them what they were doing. "We're students," one said. Tamore accepted the explanation. Six of the young men went off, carrying the haversacks, which seemed to be very heavy. Two got back in the dinghy, started the outboard, and shot off into the darkness.

The hotel worker walked to the back entrance of the Taj, the luxury century-old stone pile facing the harbour near the triumphal Gateway of India built for King George V's tour of the jewel in his empire, and started changing into his uniform. Soon after, he heard gunshots coming from the fashionable Shamiana restaurant, where Mumbai's business and financial wizards mix with wealthy tourists and Bollywood film figures for late suppers. It began a night of terror that ended when Tamore was guided from his hiding place by police at 4am.

For the attackers, Wednesday night was the culmination of careful preparation that must have begun weeks and months earlier, possibly in neighbouring Pakistan. It now appears that some time in the

12 days before the attack, up to 20 young fanatics had overwhelmed the crew of a 14-metre trawler called the Kuber after it sailed from the Gujarat port of Porbander for a 10-day fishing trip.

Capable of only seven or eight nautical miles an hour, the trawler plodded down the coast towards Mumbai, mingling with the hundreds of local fishing and trading boats plying the generally calm seas. Several kilometres off the brightly lit "Maximum City", as Mumbai was dubbed by writer Suketu Mehta, the little vessel stopped, and two inflatables were launched. The attackers sped into the metropolis of 15 million people, leaving a dead captain on the bobbing trawler and no sign of the four other crew. Carrying their rucksacks of metal ammunition clips and grenades, and their concealed Kalashnikov automatic rifles, the young men were dropped at jetties around the peninsula, close to their targets.

A bit after 9.30, two gunmen went to the Leopold Cafe, once a haunt of minor underworld figures, Somali traders and wizened Western hippies made famous in Australian jail escapee Gregory David Roberts' novel Shantaram, and now a self-consciously "low-life" locale for backpackers, locally based professionals and aircrews — even selling its own T-shirt.

From the pavements outside, where vendors were starting to close their stalls and lay down mats to sleep, they opened up with their automatic rifles through the open sides, before tossing in grenades. Two young Australians were among the many injured, lying with about eight dead customers and waiters.

The two then fled down a side street that leads directly to the Taj Hotel, and joined others to enter via a side door normally kept locked but open that night because of weddings and corporate functions. They walked into the lobby, a wide expanse of marble and fountains, and opened fire. Some headed into the Shamiana, spraying gunfire, and trying to single out American and British citizens as captives. Then they headed up to the residential suite of the hotel general manager, Karambir Kang, showing a familiarity with the detailed layout and passageways of the old building. Kang's wife and two children are reported to have been killed during the siege and fire that then started.

Among the dead left by the mayhem was Greek millionaire Andreas Liveras, owner of a luxury yacht charter business who had come to scout for opportunities. French nuclear scientist Georges Vendryes, known as the father of the fast-breeder reactor, managed to escape along with his wife, as did Australian cricket lawyer Dean Kino, who had come to help prepare the Champions League twenty20 competition, now postponed.

Another group stormed the lobby of the Oberoi Trident, another luxury hotel on the other side of the peninsula, where guests included a 25-member NSW trade delegation. Attackers sprayed the lobby with gunfire and tossed grenades as staff and guests fled through the kitchens, before holing up on the 19th floor with foreign and local hostages.

Midway up the peninsula, four gunmen walked into the concourse of the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, the vast neo-Saracenic railway station once named after Queen Victoria. Pulling out their guns, they opened fire at random among commuters getting late trains home, killed about 10 people and left the polished floors awash with gore. The attackers ran off towards the nearby Cama Hospital.

Hemant Karkare, head of Maharashtra state's Anti-Terrorism Squad, had been summoned from his official flat. A veteran of the elite national police service, he'd taken up the key Mumbai-based position after seven years in Vienna working under diplomatic cover for the Indian external intelligence service, the Research and Analysis Wing or RAW. Already he'd shown a fearless disregard for political pressure, arresting a Hindu holyman and a serving army lieutenant-colonel for a recent bombing in the inland city of Malegaon that had been portrayed initially as an Islamist plot.

Arriving at the railway station, Karkare put on a bullet-proof vest and helmet, and set off in pursuit of the attackers. Some time before he got to the Cama Hospital, however, Karkare removed the protective gear, and in a close-quarter clash, died with three bullets in the chest, while two other senior police died alongside him.

The night of slaughter went on, with attackers killing two security guards at the hospital, some seizing a police vehicle and driving through the city shooting at random, and others trying to keep police bailed up inside their headquarters and shooting up the popular Regal cinema. A separate attack caught a rabbi, his family and several Jewish worshippers at the small Chabad Lubovitch centre, back down the peninsula. As Thursday opened, police were reinforced with truckloads of army and navy commandos from nearby barracks, and elite special forces from the National Security Guard.

As operations proceeded to isolate and overwhelm gunmen and save hotel guests, police and intelligence officials began interrogating three of the attackers captured alive. Indian press reports quoted Major-General R. K. Hooda, the leader of the operations, as saying the attackers had pretended to come from Hyderabad, an ancient city with a big Muslim population in central India, but they had captured one man who spoke with a Punjabi accent and appeared to be from Pakistan. Some reports named the man as Ajmal Amir Kamal, a resident of Multan in Pakistan.

Even before this information, the precision and planning of the concerted attacks pointed to an expertise beyond the scope of India's domestic extremists. As the London-based Jane's group reported in its Country Risk Daily Report: "From a tactical perspective most terrorist attacks in India have been carried out through the use of improvised explosive devices planted on bicycles, motorcycles and cars, and triggered by timers or mobile telephones."

To Yogesh Pratap Singh, a former senior policeman and now a Mumbai barrister, the use of the sea approach to enable a large number of men and weapons to avoid the normal surveillance screening pointed to a link with Pakistan-based organisations.

"It seems to be a highly trained operation," he said. "They kept it very secret, they don't allow any information to come out, and they're ready to die: such a wide, comprehensive and immaculate modus operandi is that of al-Qaeda."

The Jane's assessment also emphasised the apparent focus on killing or capturing foreign business people, specifically US and British nationals, had not occurred previously and suggested "a wider global anti-Western agenda" in contrast to national issues that appeared to motivate recent Indian incidents.

A leading Indian intelligence and terrorism expert, former senior RAW official B. Raman, said sheer expense pointed to assistance from Pakistan, either its intelligence service, exiled Mumbai mafia figures such as gang boss Dawood Ibrahim, or al-Qaeda and its Pakistani affiliates. "Indian boys who had taken to terrorism in the name of Indian Mujahideen, they do not have that kind of money at their disposal," Raman said. "I personally feel this has the clear stamp of al-Qaeda."

Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh also pointed the finger after an emergency cabinet meeting on Thursday. "The well-planned and well-orchestrated attacks, probably with external linkages, were intended to create a sense of panic, by choosing high-profile targets and indiscriminately killing foreigners," Singh said in a national TV address. "It is evident that the group which carried out these attacks, based outside the country, had come with single-minded determination to create havoc in the commercial capital of the country … We will take up strongly with our neighbours that the use of their territory for launching attacks on us will not be tolerated, and that there would be a cost if suitable measures are not taken by them."

This would point to terrorist groups based in Pakistan, such as the Lashkar-e-Taiba, which transferred their attention and deadly expertise from the anti-Soviet war in Afghanistan to undermining Indian rule in its part of Kashmir during the 1990s, with active assistance from Pakistan's Interservices Intelligence at least until September 11, 2001. These groups have a record of suicide attacks, both in Kashmir and more widely in India, including the December 2001 assault on the Indian parliament.

Yet the only early claimant to responsibility was a hitherto unknown group calling itself the "Deccan Mujahideen", which emailed claims to Indian media via a Russian server. Deccan, the plateau of central India in which Hyderabad is located, seemed to link to the attackers' cover story, and Mujahideen to a new terrorist group, the Indian Mujahideen, that had emerged after serial blasts in three northern Indian cities in November 2007, and later claimed to have carried out the July 2006 train bombings in Mumbai itself, as well as bombings this year in Jaipur, Ahmedabad, and New Delhi.

But the Indian Mujahideen is in many ways even more of a danger for India than groups such as the Lashkar-e-Taiba.

It appears to draw on alienated elements among India's own vast population of Muslims, numbering 140 million. Its recruits include some young people whose family members suffered in the vicious anti-Muslim progroms that swept Mumbai and other centres at the end of 1992, after the destruction of the disputed Ayodhya mosque by Hindu zealots, and in Gujarat in 2002. A wider pool is the Students' Islamic Movement of India, a banned organisation of religious purists.

They include many well-educated and well-travelled people, able to find their way around the higher echelons of the global economy and India itself.

Among suspected members arrested in Mumbai not long before this attack were three IT professionals, including one with a senior position in yahoo.com who had visited the US. This would suggest that as well as a sharpened counterterrorist intelligence performance, India has a huge task of rebuilding faith in its secular politics. This faith has been eroded by the desultory efforts to sheet home blame for the 1992 Mumbai progrom against complicit police and politicians, and by the impunity of Gujarat's chief minister, Narendra Modi, and his police for their role in whipping up that state's horrific violence in 2002.

As national elections approach in the first half of next year, Singh's Congress Party Government is struggling to find balance between a Hindu-nationalist opposition, the Bharatiya Janata Party, baying for a crackdown on terrorism and its duty to protect Muslims from oppressive surveillance. Violence between Hindu extremists and Christian converts in eastern states, the growing Maoist insurgency in central regions, and the delicate Kashmir situation add to the precarious security mix.

Yet so far the Indian Mujahideen may just be local cover for outside groups. In limited contact by Indian media with a few of the attackers, they seem motivated by concerns dealing with Kashmir and India's strategic position. "Are you aware how many people have been killed in Kashmir?" asked one attacker naming himself as Imran, who called a TV station from the Jewish centre siege. "Are you aware how your army has killed Muslims?"

In May, the Lashkar-e-Taiba head, Abdul Subhan Qureshi, threatened to attack tourist sites unless the Government withdrew its support for the US, and has claimed responsibility for the recent bombings in Bangalore, Ahmedebad and Delhi. This suggests the aim of putting a high price for India — by striking at its investment and tourism inflows — on its backing for the Karzai Government in Kabul, and its detente with Pakistan over Kashmir, which though fragile allows the Pakistan Army to divert forces to fighting the Taliban along the Northwest Frontier.

If one result is also a boost to the Hindu nationalists in India's politics and harsher monitoring of India's Muslims, that is not just collateral damage but another wedge into the secular structures that have kept India together for more than 60 years.

Hamish McDonald is a senior Fairfax writer, specialising in the Asia-Pacific region.

Friday, 28 November 2008

Mumbai


Article from: The Times

BELOW is an hour-by-hour timeline of the key events from Rhys Blakely of The Times in Mumbai:At 9.45pm on Wednesday, Parizaad Khan, 26, had just picked up her first drink, a fruit juice, at a wedding reception being held in the Crystal Room on the third floor of the century-old Taj Mahal Palace hotel. When bangs were heard outside, the partygoers, a mixture of Indians and foreigners, thought they were fireworks. Then a hail of bullets smashed through one of the windows.Only then did it begin to dawn on the hundreds of guests at the 565-room hotel that several slightly built young men, wearing casual clothes - denim jackets, tracksuit tops, T-shirts and jeans - were storming the lobby. It is thought at least one was carrying a large haversacks, stuffed with ammunition and grenades, A couple of minutes' drive away, similar scenes were unfolding at the Oberoi hotel, another favourite haunt of wealthy locals and ex-pats.

Alex Chamberlain, a British sports writer, described how gunmen had burst into a hotel restaurant and began herding guests upstairs. “They told everybody to stop and put their hands up and asked if there were any British or Americans. My friend said to me, 'Don't be a hero. Don't say you are British.'”In those opening moments of what would became a night of horror for hundreds of hostages, guests and staff rushed to protect themselves.

On the 25th floor of the Taj, John Alexander, a shipping executive, was meeting a delegation of senior foreign businessmen. “We heard lots of explosions,” he said. “Part of the delegation that had tried to exit the building had been turned back. We decided to barricade ourselves in. That's where I stayed for the next seven hours."

A waiter also barricaded the doors of the Golden Dragon, a Chinese restaurant on the ground floor of the Taj. Diners cowered under their tables for about 30 minutes before being led through a maze of service corridors to the hotel's business centre. The Crystal Room wedding party was making its way to the same sanctuary.

Elsewhere in the hotel, guests fleeing to the rear of the building away from the lobby ran straight into the path of another gunman. Sajjid Karim, a British MEP, said: “He was at the rear gate, holding a large machine gun .He pointed it at the crowd and started to use it.".

About five minutes' drive north from the Taj, at about 10.30pm, four men armed with automatic weapons walked into a restaurant at CST, India's main railway station. They opened fire indiscriminately on the families dining there, changing their magazines three times. “It was a massacre,” one eyewitness said.

At 11.15pm, an American couple, Deb and Gary Hvass were making their way back to their hotel near the Taj. They passed Leopolds, a café popular with western backpackers, which had been attacked about an hour earlier. The shopfront, usually open to the bustle of Apollo Bunder, one of Bombay's most popular tourist streets, was shuttered.
Inside, drinks and meals were left half-consumed. Six bullet holes had pierced a window of a four-wheel drive jeep parked next to the café. Bloodstains streaked the floor. As the couple walked by, a local hissed at them: “Get off the streets. They're looking for your kind."

By 3am, back in the Taj, about 300 people had been holed up in Chambers, the business centre that had been commandeered as a makeshift bunker by guests and staff, for several hours. "It was surprisingly calm," Parizaad Khan said. "The staff were handing out blankets and water." Shortly after 3am, part of the group was told - or decided themselves, Ms Khan is not sure - to make a break for it through a maze of service corridors. They split themselves into parties of about ten people. "I was in the fourth group," Parizaad said. We were waiting to run down these very narrow corridors, but suddenly there were shots very, very close. The group split. Some went on, others turned back. I went back and spent hours face down on the floor, too terrified to move."

By this stage, the police were desperately trying to out how many terrorist had struck and where. Their best guess was at least 26 gunmen at as many as 16 locations. The head of Bombay's anti-terror squad had been shot and killed. Soldiers had assembled around the stricken hotels, apparently preparing to storm the buildings. Across Bombay, chaos reigned: close to the domestic airport, a taxi had blown up. Closer to the Taj, a boat laden with explosives had been discovered and it was thought seven gunmen had taken over a Jewish family's home in a block of flats. More soldiers were gathering outside that building. It was thought that perhaps five terrorists had been killed and at least 80 members of the public had died.

Intelligence sources began muttering about a foreign hand, a thinly veiled nod towards Pakistan.

By 5am, at Bombay's St George Hospital, Peter Keep, a British entrepreneur had counted at least 40 dead bodies. “It's not an experience that will leave me soon," he said.
On India's television networks it was being reported that a previously unknown group called the Deccan Mujahideen had taken responsibility for the attacks. Later, it was claimed that the group had demanded in return for the hostages the release of members of the Indian Mujahideen, a group that has launched a string of devastating bomb attacks across India in recent months.

Meanwhile, the upper floors of the Taj, where it was feared scores of hostages had been taken, had been set ablaze. “The terrorists want to kill everybody,” a senior fireman said. “We have no idea how many people are dead inside.”

As the hours passed, they were punctuated by reports of sporadic gunfire at both hotels.

At about 8am on Thursday, Parizaad Khan finally escaped from the Taj. She was herded onto a bus at the lobby door by heavily armed commandos. As it sped away, terrorists opened fire on the fleeing bus. Half an hour later, shorts were heard at the Jewish family's home.

By 9am, there appeared to be a lull. Around this time it is thought that Indian security forces began to creep through both the Taj and the Oberoi, searching for terrorists room-to-room.
Outside the Taj, drivers were still waiting for the clients they had dropped off more than 12 hours earlier. Many companies had established contact with executives trapped in the building: Standard & Poors, the ratings agency, was calling two hostages every 45 minutes.

The following hours saw a tense stand-off between the terrorists and the waiting security forces. An official later claimed the hostage situation at the Taj was over. The call was premature: at about 3pm two more explosions were heard at the hotel. The Indian government later said that 200 hostages were being held at the Oberoi.

By 3.30pm on Thursday, the first death rites of those killed the night before had begun.