Bangalore and Mysore
October 7th 2008 With an eerie similarity to our first night in China, we hopped in a taxi cab at the Bangalore Airport with a driver who quickly got lost, was illiterate, and liked to park the car (unlocked) in sketchy areas at 1:30 am and ask random people who by all rights ought to be in bed, for directions. Of course, none of these people were able to help. All the phone numbers we had for the cottage we had
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Venkat Arjun
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This palace reminds me of my teenage days. I livied within the palace grounds with my grand father Katari Narayanaswamy. My grandfather was the private secretary to the king. In my hind sight I can still see the King arriving to reside in the palace (His red turban, white attire and sun glasses.) What a majestic personality. Days have changed life goes on. I wish to state that my marriage was held within the compound.