The bus to Mysore
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07 Februari 2013 | India, Mysore
Well, anyone who says that trains are India is wrong! Busses are much more convenient because they run at more than one time a day as some trains do. Also, some trains leave at rediculous hours like 5 am and only at 5 am. That's why busses are usually handier than trains and that's also why I'm going to Mysore by bus today. So today is mostly spent packing looking and a little bit of excitement after that to get a yuk yuk (eventhough prepaid they succeeded again in making me pay more than I needed to).
What struck me is that as the bus got closer to Mysore, the older houses as far as they haven't collapsed, start to look more and more like they have been transplanted from Portugal (with bright colours, European style decoration and red tiled roofs) and palms are becoming more prevalent. Signs that I'm inching closer towards the coast.
In Mysore, the yuk yuk driver can't find the street (not the last time that would happen) and the hotel proves less than hoped for (still, Tripadvisor recommended it) with no hot water, a squat toilet no toiletpaper (so I have to use my hand and water but worst of all no shower... Well I already paid for it online so I'll have to call it home for the next two nights.
A brief excursion for dinner brings me through dirty and plastic ridden streets where even the cows seem to gorge themselves on the stuff. Masses of Indians go about their shopping and staring (at me that is). Even herme of the old buildings like the central market look more Portugese than English. Dinner was a first; I had to eat it with my hands from a banana leaf. Thank god for Dettol! Also, thank god for DEET, there are quite a few mosquitos around...
What struck me is that as the bus got closer to Mysore, the older houses as far as they haven't collapsed, start to look more and more like they have been transplanted from Portugal (with bright colours, European style decoration and red tiled roofs) and palms are becoming more prevalent. Signs that I'm inching closer towards the coast.
In Mysore, the yuk yuk driver can't find the street (not the last time that would happen) and the hotel proves less than hoped for (still, Tripadvisor recommended it) with no hot water, a squat toilet no toiletpaper (so I have to use my hand and water but worst of all no shower... Well I already paid for it online so I'll have to call it home for the next two nights.
A brief excursion for dinner brings me through dirty and plastic ridden streets where even the cows seem to gorge themselves on the stuff. Masses of Indians go about their shopping and staring (at me that is). Even herme of the old buildings like the central market look more Portugese than English. Dinner was a first; I had to eat it with my hands from a banana leaf. Thank god for Dettol! Also, thank god for DEET, there are quite a few mosquitos around...
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08 Februari 2013 - 21:03
Astrid:
Hoi Remco,
Ben je nog in Mysore?? Er zit in de straat naast de markt, met uitzicht op de rotonde (die bij de city busstation) op de Sayyaji Rao Road een restaurant met heel lekker eten!! Ik zit even op Google te kijken en ben aan het twijfelen of het Indra Cafe Paras was. Je kunt boven zitten en het is er altijd erg druk. Wij hebben er vaak gegeten.
Veel plezier nog!
Groetjes, Astrid
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