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... to the rickshaw driver what we wanted to visit and negotiated a rickshaw for us (70Rs). Our driver had a flair for theatrics as he squeezed his horn bell than continued to slowly flop that arm like a bird indicating a turn then effortlessly nosed in front of traffic. He turned out to be a fun guy who had many connections in old town.
Our first stop was the old ...
... dump. The tree outside is hung with plastic trash like an artwork. The window bears a warning not to leave it open for fear of monkeys getting in (and indeed a macaque did sneak in to one of our party's room later). A grand 1920s house nearby is in serious need of renovation, with a garden left to weeds. Still, Mysore's roads are wide and orderly, even with functioning traffic lights.
Mysore Palace is covered with 97,000 light ...
... sites we were visiting were so rich in culture, but not full of tourists.. Being the only Americans in the area made all of the Indians very excited and so many families asked to take photos with me, or just took pictures of me. I thought it was so funny how they were taking pictures of me while I was doing the same to them.
We saw many many beautiful sites with such great ...
... like tired kids. At the restaurant we both had the staple meal of masala dosai, which was delicious as usual, but I'm honestly craving something else at the moment. We then walked back to the palace to watch the lights come on.
Lauren missed the reveal as she had to go to the toilet. Which turned out to be so nightmarish as she entered to find a local girl ******* in the middle of the room to avoid going near the actual stalls.
I, on the other hand, was there ...
... was interesting... We foolishly decide to take the 'tourist bus' as suggested to us by the hotel. It cost more but we were told it would be quicker/more comfortable etc. I foolishly expected a nice bus, maybe with AC and primarily Westerners. Silly me. We got a battered minibus with tiny seats but thankfully a breeze. We were the only Westerners on it and it turns out the 'tourist' part referred to thereby detours to someone's restaurant/sari shop/chai stop ...