Since there is not much to see in Bangalore I killed time by wondering around markets, checking out the cosmopolitan MG road and generally getting lost. I went to a locals bar by myself (dark dingy cellar full of staring old men) where one night I was the honored guest and the next night received death threat for being white.....
Another fun thing I found on accident was market full of flowers that Indians buy and sell to make offering to the many Hindu gods. It was pretty spectacular site until I was being pulled to the ground by my hair. I turned around to punch whatever was doing it and found myself staring in the face of a teenage retard with a shit eating grin.... I never have formed a policy when it came to aggressive retards so I decided it would be better to walk away. I guess this was a good thing because when I asked an Indian friend about it, he said that if I did throw a punch chances are I would get swarmed by a mob and beaten!
I was able to meet a couple of Jamie friends (Anup, Amita, Sindu and Monica) and they were all super friendly. They showed me some really nice restaurants and clubs. It was a good time but between their work schedule and everything closing early it was hard to hang out!
Good old Bangalore! This place is yet another city where the cyber boom has taken control. The only reason I came to this city was to meet Jamie Robinson friends. Long story short, a friend of mine from Montana (Jamie) use to work in Bangalore for 2 years, he just moved (to Oz) and is engaged to a girl from Bangalore. I wanted to meet his friends, check out his city and meet his fiances sister. The only problem with this plan is that Indians tend to work 6 days a week. This leaves very little time to actually meet these people. On top of this, all the bar close at 11:30!