Mysore

I arrived in Mysore with a big fluffy India love glow. I went straight to my hostel which opened only 2 weeks ago and was beautiful (the blog picture). A couple of hours later my good friend Stretch arrived with hugs and birthday presents (yay).

We went for a wander and my bubble burst what with being in a city rather than a beach or countryside. I’ve known all along I want to spend less time in cities and more time in mountains and beautiful places.  On our walk we were befriended by someone who took us to a shop that made incense and oil. I was gutted as I have no sense of smell but on the other hand it gave us a very good excuse to leave.  Stretch bought 54 rose incense sticks which turned out to be 22 sticks when we unwrapped them – annoying. On the way back a kid about 15 would not leave us alone,  asking us loads of questions and eventually left us after I shouted at him for touching me inappropriately. Mysore is testing my patience.

The next day we climbed over 1000 steps up to Chamundi Hill (more a mountain than a hill I must add).

This was fun,  it was a great workout and we were gifted with this beautiful temple at the top.

Shortly after taking this picture I was then chased by a very scary monkey.

The saving grace for Mysore is when we returned to our hostel we heard some incredible singing. An English guy had brought a travel guitar with him (never seen one of those before) and was singing some of his songs. I had a sing song and the evening organically turned into a musical sharing session. About 12 of us sat on the balcony,  with candle light singing, some with guitar some accapella,  I even tought them an African round. It was such a gorgeous evening – lovely group of people.

I totally wasn’t feeling Mysore so mysore-gestion was to move on to Coorg – known as the Scotland of India where we can do some lovely walks.

So we got the bus today and on the way the bus driver gave me some cucumber – things are on the up!