MYSORE

Trip Start Feb 15, 2006
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Trip End Feb 16, 2007


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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Our next port of call is Mysore. It's a 4 hour bus ride, Sunday morning and it is deserted. We find hotel, the choice isn't much dump bags and go for breakfast.

The first person to approach us is a young boy of about 14 and he asks which country we are from. We say England as always and he screams "ah Glastonbury." Ben and I look at each other dumbfounded wondering which dumb ass person has raved on about Glastonbury because here in Mysore that is the only thing England is famous for! As we walk we are approached by many people selling a whole variety of things but mostly drugs. They explain to us that here in Mysore Marijuana is legal just like in Amsterdam. Yeah right pull the other one mate its got bells on it! Do these people really think we are that gullible to believe that in a country this size the only place to buy legal drugs is Mysore? I am stunned and speechless and walk off laughing.

Mysore is a real market town with lots of British influence so the Glastonbury fanatics are missing out on so much if they think that is all England has to offer. The markets remind me of back home. The smell of fresh fruit and flowers, vibrant colours and stall holders shouting what goods they have to sell (not that I can understand them much).

Begging is fierce here and I am struggling to cope with the things I see. Mangled bodies litter the road side and parents use their children hoping we will feel sorry for them and hand over some rupees. At times I wanna stand in the middle of the road and scream, and then I wanna grab hold of the parents and give them a good slap. It would do no good their parents probably sent them out begging too, it's the only way they know how to survive. I see the way they look at me when I walk past, their eyes light up and they don't really see me as a person they see pound signs and rupees. It's a harsh reality that hits me hard like a bowling ball making a strike. I feel depressed and want to leave but we have paid for 3 nights so we have to stay.

If you come here make sure you're here on a Sunday night when the palace is all lit up with around 90,000 light bulbs. It's quite beautiful and the deserted streets are now buzzing with thousands of people. I cannot think of another reason to come here.

The next day we do the sight seeing stuff the high light of which is Chandi Temple and its thousand steps. We opt to walk the 200 steps it's scorching again. At the top I am disappointed. There are no amazing views just a little village full of more beggars and lots of people offering money to the gods. Ben and I then discuss religion a subject I don't wanna discuss on here because some of you may not like my views. Each to their own. At lunch we bump into Martin & Caroline and agree to meet for dinner. We chat all night putting the world or at least India to rights and before we know it its midnight and bed time.

We have to spend one more day here so we go to the local water park and have some fun. I think we paid 250 rupees each, there were about 30 other people and we had a great day so if you are in Mysore and want a break from the norm go and have fun. There are a few rides, a wave pool and water slides; the best of which is like a skate board ramp which you go down on an inflated ring. I think it was called the pendulum and it's the best water slide I've ever been on. The log flume is probably the smallest in the world but you get soaked.

To be continued. . . . .
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