Mysore

As soon as I got to Mysore everything seemed okay. It was the shortest train journey I’ve been on too.  Completely and utterly drama free.  3 hours and not a single soul spoke to me.  It was blissful. 

                                                                                               

When we arrived at the station everyone pegged it across the railway tracks to the other platform (and exit).  It seems someone may have forgotten to build a bridge.  There was a train coming too but this didn’t seem to deter anyone.  These people have absolutely no fear of oncoming traffic.  It’s quite extraordinary.   Having already been run over twice I feel the need to be a bit more vigilant.

I checked into the hotel where Silla was staying (the Swedish chick from the train).  I was showed to my room but I didn’t really pay too much attention to the surroundings.  I was so tired I would have happily slept standing up.  It was only in the morning that I realised just how depressing it was.  It was spectacularly bad.  It was that blue colour that only hospitals are painted.  It instantly makes you feel a bit poorly.  It honestly felt like a prison cell (although I would imagine they’re probably a bit roomier than my place).  In lieu of a window you could unlock the wooden shutters to peer out at the sky through the bars.  It was very romantic.    

Next morning Silla and I set out for an all day tour of the city.  It felt really good to have someone to kick about with.  You can go to all these wonderful places and have all these crazy experiences, but if you’ve no one to share them with then they become pretty meaningless.  It felt really good to be able to giggle again.  I hate being so chuffing serious all the time.  I’m worried the wind will change and my face will be stuck like this forever.

We went to see, yet more temples (I’m pretty much over temples now, to be fair), palaces (much more my bag), markets, etc etc.  All pretty standard stuff but it was just nice having someone to do it with.  Being Billy No Mates gets to you after a while.  We went for dinner at a nice roof top restaurant (reet posh).  I had a beer in my hand, amazing food to eat, was having great conversations.  I felt really happy and peaceful. 

I then got a text from Taylor telling me that Charlton had gone into administration.  My short lived bubble of contentment immediately burst.  I am so out of touch, I totally believed him.  He managed to last an impressive 20 minutes before he ‘fessed up that he is a lying bastard! Taylor you’re a massive cock (not to be confused with, you have a massive cock). 

You can see the pictures on facebook, as soon as I find some wifi (of my room, not of Taylor’s bits) as it’s too much of a ball ache trying to upload pictures on here.