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For our second weekend in India, Annie, James and I took our first trip outside the Institute. We ventured out for a weekend trip to the nearby city of Mysore. Friday afternoon we headed to the train station where we bought our tickets for 75₹ rupees each (1.19 US dollars). We soared southwest through the beautiful Indian countrysides for 2.5 hours and finally arrived in Mysore, “City of Palaces”. We chose a room ...
... a half hour. I would think a little discussion with the driver, guide, might have cleared up our time options.
Back on the road was a 'Jesus Christ' bit re a near miss, the details already forgotten. Some large warehouses seen, indicative of larger scale operations than seen heretofore in the south. Our driver was being as aggressive as possible, winding in and out, mostly to pass scooters or motorcycles at the road's edge. There was the occasional ...
... from the street for the parade, and the traffic was pretty hectic. After a little siesta and wifi time, we went to see the palace lit up, and take photos. The crowds were pretty big. Not crushing, but we had trouble staying as a group. We then stopped in at a restaurant our CEO recommended for dinner. I shared a palak paneer with my roommate - a disappointment sadly. It was too spinachy. ...
... sim-card and he's been in India for over a year.
We caught a “pay what you want” auto to the station. After doing the math we paid him an amount he seemed satisfied with. I still prefer to know the price as it eliminates that uncertainty.
Our train was already at the platform when we got there. We checked the number on our ticket and matched it to the name and number written on the train. As we got on we asked ...
... are lots of pesky boys trying to drag us off to see their perfumed oil stalls. One youngster thrusts a book at me so that I can read what his English 'friend' has written about him. It says: "beware of annoying boys dragging you off to see their oil stalls".
We are also being pursued by a guy who wants to sell me anklets with bells for Indian dancing. He is so persistent that he even follows us out of the market and across the ...