Hotel Parkway Mangalore

... at work. The rest of Udupi involved eating and nothing else: fried plaintain chips, pav bhaji (little fried dumplings) with coconut sambol, butterscotch ice cream, murruku (like the big fat bits you get in 'bombay mix'), south Indian 'meals', more iddli, and of course masala dosas. Obviously this wasn't all in one go, dear no, not even Paul and I could manage that. Everything was suitably delicious and there wasn't a meal exceeding a pound for both of us. So Udupi had lived up to its name.

... yesterday we managed 3 meals for 2.50 for both of us! This is probably down to the fact that there is little tourism here, and that that is here is geared mainly for pilgrims visting the Krishna temple, we've not seen another Westerner, and we get intrigued looks from some of the locals when we turn up at their local eating hall! We are eating only in the dhabas, most of which have 'meals ready' signs outside, indicating they do ...

... memories of its heroic Abbaka Rani. On a promontory to the Left is the Temple of AbakkaRani dating back to the 16th Century. A vibrant queen, who defended this coastal hamlet from the ----- Portuguese fleets, she fell a victim to court intrigues and treachery, a handsome bronze of the Queen on horse back --& shield graces the Center of Ullal. The other boast of Ullal is the Summer Sands Beach Resort, ----- red ...

... re*dy even to w*lk till Subr*m*ny*. Vij*y* *nd Ar*thi suggested going b*ck by tr*in. Vij*y*'s feet might be p*ining b*dly, so nobody w*nted to compel her. We decided to t*ke the next tr*in. The loc*l people suggested t*lking to the st*tion m*ster. When we went there, we s*w * boy in Bermud* *nd T-shirt. He s*id the tr*in is not supposed to stop *t th*t st*tion. Even if it stops, we c*n't bo*rd it without tickets. When we *sked for tickets, he s*id th*t st ...

... or Bangalore?" Sidekick: "Bangalore?" "Yes, Mangalore or Bangalore?" "No, Bangalore." "So we're going to BANGALORE? But our ticket's for Mangalore, why did you let us on the coach?" (Coach is now driving at alarming speed through unknown Goan villages). "Yes, Mangalore." "So we're going to Mangalore, then?" Followed by the infuriatingly non-commital Indian head wiggle which means precisely 'yesnomaybe'. A quick survey of other passengers and the driver revealed that ...

... those with the aforementioned body hangups) MAY FIND DISGUSTING OR OFFENSIVE. . I'll start with going "#1". . It might just be a good idea for one to get used to the Indian (and most places in the world) style of toilet, on the floor level, and a squat toilet. (**for a picture of one on the train, see my earlier entry, "the long train to Goa"**) The process for urination is much the same for men, and women will have to squat. Men, if you need to go outside, remember ...

... and that either way, he was investigating the case. . This led to more and more funny metaphor, and belly laughs ensued. Most of the crew dropped off early, they had had a long night the night before, and were tired. Finally it was myself and the Sheriff left from the whole crew. By 3 am we were dancing, as was everyone else, and I did make the Sheriff drink a little more than he wanted. The next day he was not seen by anyone, we thought perhaps he had cracked a case, but I ...

Hello everyone, well i am still in mangalore holding the city down.....i just had the opportunity last week to pay a home visit to a very poor konkani family (that is our community).....they were quite grateful and couldn't believe a doctor from america came to visit them....i have heard of this family from other members of my family and was told to go pay them a visit....they were really poor....what happened is that about 30 years ago, this fellow moved back to his original home village ...

Sometimes traveling can be hard. I dozed a bit on the bus ride to a place somewhere in between Agumbe and Hebri. At this time I even was not sure where about these small villages are situated, Namit and his friends organized the whole trip. I am already used to the bumpy road but still I wake up in the middle of the night. Outside it was raining hard and I had the bad luck to get the seat where the roof of the bus was leaking - maybe it was just an announcement to what ...

Around 350km and 8 hours in a night bus to Mangalore. A small (around 400.000 people) city at the west coast of India. I go there with some other Indians who like to travel on to Jog Falls. I just want to see the beaches there, enjoy the waves and relax! And that's Mangalore: confusing streets I got lost a couple ...