Nalapad Residency Mysore
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... eighties. Jenesa waiting at home taking care of the household things that needed attention. The gas burner not working, the door not locking and our second source of water heat explained. Oh, when the shower is not warm because it is solar heated and the sun is not shining much, the second heater has a tap and you fill the bucket and pour it over yourself. Now why can't we figure those things out! Then a little huddle and a few tears- seems to a morning thing for us. Like the ...
... fair he had to drive and there was nowhere else for his elbow to go.
When we arrived the driver was really sweet and especially helpful,
helping me with my bag and making sure we checked in OK even after
his tip and looking at our passport pictures, smiling away very
happy, I think the boob brushing helped. The hotel owner like all
hotel owners in India seemed ****** we had booked online, they are
always grumpy when we have ...
... With our saved rupees, we hired a guide to give us a tour the palace. Although I could only understand a few words he said during the hour tour, the palace was spectacular. Next, we had lunch where our meal was accompanied by a glass of rose milk. Like most things in India, it was incredibly sweet and incredibly delicious.
Sunday morning I had another dosa for breakfast, as well as a ...
... of the hotel and before getting the sleeper train, so had to do a sneaky clothes change in the toilets at the hotel when we went to collect our luggage! Marie was getting slightly worried with the rain though as there are a lot of stories in the press here about people disappearing down drains during the rains – seems to be a real issue, but after steering well clear of any drainage system, we managed to negotiate the rain without harm!
... had numbered tickets that didn't seem to be called out and one had a line in front of it. Eventually figured out the one without the tickets was the one for ladies, disabled people or people who want to pay with a credit card (in other words minorities). So I took a ticket and Lauren waited in line and we idly wondered who would win this soul crushingly slow race. Lauren did. Amazingly got tickets on that evening's train thanks to writing ...