Making mirrors in Mysore
January 14th 2015 HE SAID...
We left Mudumalai National Park at 10.30am and continued our northward journey, this time heading for Mysore. India is often termed the “land of the farmer”, and we could easily see why as we drove through vast expanses of agricultural land of cotton, palm trees, bananas, sugar cane and rice. Every so often we’d drive through a tiny village, but most of the time the rural
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Pongol madness
I'm so impressed by what you managed to see, eat and photograph in just a couple of days! Some of the images you conjured up were pretty hilarious and made the whole trip seem adventurous--Mona Lisa cow eyes, yellow cows, semi-Indian gravy (?), four of you crammed into an auto rickshaw, stuffed buses "being driven by complete maniacs (hopefully, the pilgrims' prayers kept them safe), dodging priests' blessings, a bad toupee, the blingy palace, and using "a week’s supply of wet wipes and hand sanitizer" in the toilet. How fantastic to learn that rural India is peaceful; I'd been afraid it was all mad and crowded like the urban centers. India sounds really enticing, especially since I was, as usual, literally salivating as I read your blog (yum--that rice pudding-like Pongol dish). And Ren, I so admire your intrepidness at going outside your tidy comfort zone (barefoot, train toilets, etc). Some with your fastidious nature might eschew India, but you let your adventurous side have sway--brava!