Amblee Holiday Resort
Travel Blogs from Mysore
Monkey Business In Mysore
... picked up more passengers, the train at this stage was getting quite full and seats were scarce. This funny man who could have been a dead ringer for Peter Sellers stopped in front of our seats and gestured to Kate, Doris and the other little Indian man sitting next to them to move up. Everyone said no, indicating that there was not enough room for another person, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. The little Indian man nearest to him finally caved in ...
Manuel Alive & Well In Mysore
... something that could be quite stunning. Doris & I decided to take a detour on the way back to the hotel, we were approached by a young rickshaw driver who goes by the name of Master Blaster, he asked us if we would like to visit the Muslim Bazaar. It turned out to be a really worthwhile visit Doris & I bought some fabric, but the real show stopper was all the beautiful braids, beading,ribbons & motifs we went into several ...
Mysore Day 3: more temples and palaces
... testing her. Since she was so honourable, the tiger asked her if she had a wish and her wish was that her son Nandi could serve Shiva through the rest of his days. Shiva made Nandi his gatekeeper. The Hindu religion is rife with wonderful stories of how this god or that did this or that - it's wonderful! In this sculpture of Nandi, I particularly like his teeth. :)
For the first time on this tour, we used ...
!ncredible !ndia
... machinists tend their charges with ease and experience, stopping and starting them as the almost invisible threads break , are knotted and replaced. We visited the showroom, as well, where I was decked out in a sari of the most beautiful blue and gold silk. This is one complicated procedure and it ended up wearing me rather than the other way round, but it was fun. Unfortunately, this most lovely of fabrics was £400 and so it isn’t packed deep in my ...
End of the road (well this road trip at least)
Saying our goodbyes to the Spanish boys (well, the girls had sown the seed that maybe it was better for them to follow us and head north, rather than sticking with their original plan), we headed north from Wayanad, out of the hills and forests and into the open dry plains, up towards Mysore and Srirangapatnam (or “She rang the butler” as Anna-Lou called it, anglo-phonetically speaking), where a friend of Anna-Lou's has a big ...