Hotel Govardhan
Travel Blogs from Mysore
Chasing Wild Elephants
... the town of Wayanard. It was basically in the middle of nowhere with only a few small tribal villages closeby. Highlights included me reading A LOT! Haha! Just kidding...we did do some stuff but it was very chill and I finally had a chance to catch up on some reading (P.S. I am reading the book Shataram and if you have any interest at all in India you should read this book. I am only 1/3 through it but so far it is fantastic!) ...
Kadama 26: Mysore
Once we settled in the hotel, we ventured to the Mysore Zoo which turned my sleepy, and exhausted attitude into a very upbeat excited one! I got to see elephants, zebras, lions, peacocks and much more. I also had a lovely conversation with an older woman about her son who lives in Chicago and married an American lady. She was darling and introduced me to her entire family once they caught up with her.
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It took us a while to warm up to this place
... only one fifteenth of the price of the one that came first place! Mysore was looking better already!
We knew we were only going to be here for a couple of days, so we went to the bus station to book our next trip. To say the lady behind the counter was a miserable cow is being kind. She made me look happy … and that’s saying something. After a very long period of time, we eventually extracted the bus information from super b*tch ...
End of the road (well this road trip at least)
... and I had to get back on the road. Saying goodbye was so sad, the splitting of our merry little road-tripping gang, but it was filled with so many funny funny times. We sent Anna-Lou and Juno off and then Hee-Juang suggested that rather than going to Mysore, maybe we should stay just one more night. To say no would simply be foolish, so me, Poonam, Ivan and Feran hung out for one more evening, watching movies projected in the courtyard ...
MYSORE: A Serendipitous Serenade
... a guard on it.”
I wondered whether it was battery charged until he made a chopping motion with an attached lever, like garden shears. They were manual clippers.
“Authentic hair clippers?”
“They are my grandfather’s.”
“Okay, chop away.”
He lopped my hair like garden hedges. The ...