I am residing alone at a friend’s house in Bangalore. His family and him are on vacation but they have generously let me stay for the duration of my work stint. When I came back from the office yesterday around 8pm I immediately took notice of a dog crying loudly.
India can perplex me like no other place I have been to before. I can have trouble conceiving of its charms and deterrents as pertaining to the same place and it continues to lead to frequent feelings of irony and mood reversals. There is a level of consciousness that I obviously still fail to tap into! Provincial Mysore made for the ideal pit stop to catch up on sleep and reading. After a couple of lazy days however, it proved relieving to push myself to make the southbound bus to Ooty (also known as Udhagamandalam, 2286m) on Thursday.
From the Western Ghats.
From Goa I traveled through 13 hours of buses to the dusty and charming coastal city of Mangalore. There, I finally purchased some much needed antibiotics to combat my diluvial stool and after half a day I jumped on a bus to catch some higher altitude air in Karnataka’s fertile southern section of the Western Ghats, the Coorg Region. My base there was the hub-town of Madikeri (1525m), but I spent most of my time in Bylakuppe nearby.
The sky changing capes over the Arabian Sea in Calangute.
I am in Calangute in the state of Goa. This area of the Konkan Coast is famous amongst Westerners for its hippie past, beach parties and in Europe for its all-inclusive vacation packages. It is presently the low season of foreign travelling but summer vacation time for Indians.
I took a rickshaw from the airport to the Andheri train station after arriving from Abu Dhabi this morning. I then rode the train into the historic core of the city to Churchgate Station as the sun rose…
Greetings! I am on stop over in Abu Dhabi on my way to Mumbai. The personal entertainment console in the plane made me forget about how far I was traveling.