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Mysore

Travelled 21 hours to spend 24 hours in Mysore, then 21 hours back again..

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Arrived in Mysore station where we were brought to this shithole for breakfast. It had no food, no light in the jaxx, the fridge didn't work and talking to the waiters was like talking to that Spanish fellow from Fawlty Towers. It was hilarious. Dunno why we were brought there, when there were 3 much nicer joints downstairs. Kickbacks and all that I suspect.

Today was my day to get the single room. WOOOHOO. I don't mind sharing, but it's nice to be able to get into a room and explode your bag of stuff all over the place without worrying about getting your stuff in your roommate's face. As if getting a single room wasn't enough awesomenes, Mysore seems to be actually a bit less humid than Kochi or Kerala. Thanks be to jaysus. The jungle heat in Kerala was killing me and I was having doubts about being able to survive another 2 months of that type of heat. Today I was obviously hot but my clothes were dry. It was bliss. :)
Since I was on a roll, I broke my vegetarian streak and opted for a chicken sandwich. wooooooo. Alas I got a chicken curry sandwich (lol) but it was still delicious. C'est la vie! I squirted tomato ketchup on it, in true Irish style, and got on with the eating. It was another dry day in Mysore as the local elections were on, so all those who usually ran bars, were out counting votes.

After lunch we went to see the most awesomest palace ever. It was incredible. Charles got us a local guide and we were brought in through copious amounts of security barriers and screening into the Maharaja's palace which was really a joyous occasion. THe inside of it was gorgeous, beautiful handmade tiles, rosewood doors with ivory inlays, beautifully painted ceilings, carved wooden and silver doors, mosaic floors, paintings that follow you whereever you walk. Really beautiful! Unfortunately we were not allowed to take pictures inside and we only got 10 mins to take pictures outside as the palace was shutting. Our guide was a good laugh though and although it was a bit of a trek to get to Mysore, the palace was pretty awesome.

Later on Charles brought us for street food and some beers in another darkened, air conditioned bar. The waiters were a hoot. They had no idea what was going on. I swear when hotel staff see a group coming in, they just grab a few lads from the street and stick shirts on them and put them behind the bar. Firstly they didn't have the key for the liquor cabinet. :D Then they handed us the beers with the caps still on. One of them goes to Kay - 'would you like me to open it madam?'. ahahhahaaaa - ah no, no, sure she'll be grand smashing the neck off the wall there. great craic. 8)

Went to bed a bit late considering I have to get up at 4.40am for the Tiger Sanctuary trip. Well I should have been up, but I didn't hear my alarm and woke up to the sound of the hotel room phone ringing at 5.05. oops! Legged it downstairs to the lads who were waiting for me in the jeep, mumbled my apologies and we were off on the road to the Bandipur Tiger sanctuary - EXCITEMENT!

We had a quick hour and a half jaunt to the reserve, whereupon we jumped on a Cantera (some type of bus) and headed off into the wilderness. We saw some beautiful peacocks, elephants, deers, rabbits, birds and other bits and bobs, but no tigers. :( I kinda got the feeling that we wouldn't see anyway as it was very hot and the water hole had dried up. I think the tigers had moved on to wetter territories nearby.

After the tiger sanctuary journey, we got back to the hotel and pretty much had to be on our way again back to Bangalore so we could head on to Hampi. At this stage I can't remember how on earth we got to Hampi. Pretty sure it was another overnight train!

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Hampi Days

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It's very difficult for me to remember what went on if i don't have something scribbled in my notebook. Well we got an train to Bangalore, upon which we met a lovely Indian girl who was studying geography and working in Bangalore, she was very smart and pretty and seemed delighted to chat to us for a few hours. Her friend was on the top bunk singing along to her headphones. it was pretty funny.
We had a good bit of craic on that train to Bangalore, then we got off in Bangalore for dinner in another hotel rooftop restaurant where the waiters hadn't a clue what they were doing. It was a hilarious farce. No one got their drinks before their dinner and John was delivered his beer, only for it to be taken off him again to be opened, after which it took another 15 mins for it to come back. Hilario.

Then it was onto another overnight train to Hampi. We got to Hampi station about 7.30am, then got tuk tuks for 30 mins down to the riverbank, where we all jumped onto the 'ferry' to get across to our gaf for the night - Shanthi! It was a fab place - really chilled with a lovely restaurant with mirrored lamps blowing in the breeze and a lovely big field full of rice and frogs beside us. We all just plonked ourselves down for breakfast and found it hard to get back up again! I however had signed up to go to the Sloth Bear Sanctuary, which was a ferry ride back, then another excruciatinly hot tuk tuk ride to the sanctuary. My clothes were all stuck to me getting out of the tuk tuk. At the sanctuary, we were warned we might not see any bears. Which instantly meant we weren't going to see the lads. Nevertheless, we headed up to the watch tower and stared at hectares and hectares of rocks for hours in the hope of catching a glimpse of some bears. Two German lads were in the tower and they had spotted a bear about 5 mins before us. DOH.
I had a peek through Alison's binoculars and managed to see a big cat prowling around on the rocks, but when I took the binoculars away from my face, I lost the cat. boobs.

After some time, we gave up and headed back to camp. The whole lot of us rented bicycles and sped off around Hampi marvelling at the super green lush rice fields and the giant boulders just piled up everywhere. It was a scintillating sweaty ride, we stopped to take touristy photos and looked like dweebs. Then we ditched the bikes and trekked up the 600 plus steps to Hanuman temple. On the way up we met lots of monkeys drunk on coca cola, and lots of older barefoot Indians singing and praising god (s) all the way down the steps.
The view at the top was fantastic. Absolutely gorgeous! We stayed there for sunset which was fantastic. Then realised we were on bikes and had to leggit down the steps as it was getting dark.

Our bike ride home was hairy to say the least. We had no lights on the bikes, no safety gear, my brakes didn't work very well and there were no street lamps or nuffin. It was hilariously thrilling. I got my torch out of my bag at one stage to help those behind me. We were doing quite well, till I shone it on a big cow, who started galloping alongside me and frightened the bejaysus out of me. I swerved, missed LEah and nearly crashed straight into two young fellas on another pushbike. :D Awesome!

By the time we got our bikes back to the camp, my knees were shaking like 90 from the steps and the ride. We sent John off to get some sneaky booze as Hampi is a dry state, and we all sat down in the restaurant in the cool night air sipping fruity vodkas and having a right good laugh.

Next day in Hampi was all about the temples. And it was MY BIRTHDAY! 34 eh. sheesh. where does the time go..
Anywho, we saw oodles of temples. We all hired tuk tuks and got brought around to see the giant boulders everywhere, Hampi Bazaar, a musical temple - the pillars of the temple all made different sounds when rapped, it was very cool. There was a huge big area that used to house elephants that was really cool. Generally it was a lot of stunning stone based erections. Ahem.
A few people got all templed out after a while and fecked off for lunch. I stayed til the end and thought it was grand. We had lunch then at the Mango Tree restaurant. I got falafel, but everybody got up and left while I was still eating. The feckin cheek! On me birthday an all. sheesh. So I stuffed a few falafel in my pocket and rolled out.

Spent the afternoon lazing around in the hammock chair and generally staying cool. Just before we left, I was presented with a fabulously delicious birthday cake. I'm not sure but I think the cake said ''18'' on it. HA! Anyway no one believed I was 34 and there were rumours abounding that I looked as young as 26. (I may have started these! ;) ) hahah

Off on another wild jeep journey then to the next overnight train. Charles got us a birthday beer for the jeep, and we played bad music very loud, peed on the side of the road and generally misbehaved. Great craic. 8)

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GoAn ourra dat

The end of the trip! Simultaneously exciting yet tinged with sadness..

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Well on the way to the hotel in Goa, Charlie Charles Charles told us we'd been upgraded to a 4 star hotel. ANd I got a single room. Oh Joyous Day!
The hotel was fab and it had a pool. I got into my room and scrubbed the two weeks of Indian dirt off me and headed down to the pool to get langered with Clara, Charles and Corey. Clara and Charles are picking up the Irish slang nicely, so they are so they are. WILL YA!? etc..
2 English lads at the pool put on their Best of U2 album for me (lol) and we stayed by the pool all day swigging beer and swimming and sunbathing. God it was great. Trundling around is fun, but a day at the pool after 2 weeks of hectic travelling was fantastic. We lived it right up that day.

Later we went for dinner on Baja beach and then a few of us went out and got hammered in the local bars. Great craic til the next morning when I had the worst hangover in ages. Thanks be to jaysus I hadn't been getting drunk all the way through the trip. Sore head ahoy.

The next morning, waved good bye to the lovely Clara and Emily, texted Kay - who was living it up in the Hilton before her flight home, and hit the road to Palolem beach with John and Corey for a few days of beach, beer and bliss. Excited to have a bit of independent travel and time off from the hecticness. Sad to say goodbye to the gang as they were all lovely and great fun. Also a bit nervous about heading off on my own. xx

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Goa part 2 - Palolem Beach

Booze, booze and more booze

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So we all went out drinking til all hours after the trip ended. It was messy fun, doing shots and makin funny faces with Kay, Charles, Corey, Clara & John. I threw in the towel at about 1.30 or something as I was lamped. Some of the others kept going and Corey was out with Charles til 5am. I got a phone call from Charles at 5 am to say goodbye and I thanked him for being a whopper guide and for all the 'craic'. So obviously I had a whopper hangover the next day. STANDARD.

We were supposed to go and visit Kay in the Hilton for some pool time and free wifi, but Corey and John were going south to Palolem in a taxi so I decided to head with them as I knew Kay was heading back to the UK later in the day, and I didn't fancy travelling on my own later in the day (possibly feeling further hungover). So the three of us got an a/c taxi and had quiet a pleasant jaunt down to Palolem. Corey was continuing his drink fest in the car on the way down - he even offered the driver a beer. Me and John were in the back going ''eh.. no he won't be having a beer!' John was not impressed with Corey gradually getting drunker and drunker, while I was trying not to barf as we sped around the twisty roads of the mountainy bit of Goa.

Once we got to Palolem we went looking at beach huts. I settled for a beach shack up a very dubious ladder. John wasn't well so went next door with the promise of a/c. He got no a/c, no water and mildly eletrocuted by his bathroom. The minute we got out of the cab, Corey dissappeared. We didn't see him til the next day. He had meandered into the Spice of Life joint nearby and got his hut on. Me & John hit the beach and I had a curer. Palolem beach is pretty cool. It has lovely scenery, a nice selection of huts, restaurants, bars, shops, internet etc. The beach huts are dismantled after the busy season each year and put back up again before the start of the new season. Apparently they dismantle them and put each hut into a pack. Interesting. The beach itself isn't that clean though. The Monica in me got grossed the hell out. There were wild dogs everywhere and they were pooping, peeing and puking on the beach. They fought visciously with each other every day, and took it in turns to roll their flea-covered bums on the beach towels that were set out on the ground. Shudder.
John said I was lightskinned. Pffft! Well maybe a bit when it comes to gross dogs and cockroaches... :D Don't think he was too impressed when one of the dogs came up to him and puked at his feet. muhahahahahahah

Anywho we hung out sunbathing then went for dinner and a drink or two on the beach. The food in The Nest was nom so we ate there a few times over the stay. Then as we were having a few drinks, as if to compound the fact that I am indeed lightskinned, a GIANT beetle just wandered by us and then started to fly near me. One of the bar lads caught it and started messin around running up to me with it - arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Cue me freaking out and stumblnig backwards into the bar's beach sign. bwahahahahah. I knocked over the sign and went flying into the pole. It was so funny. However as freaked out as I was by this beatle, twas nothing compared to the feckin ewwwwness I felt at seeing a big cockroach INSIDE my mosquito net in my beach shack when I went home. EWWWWW I am such a girl. I kicked it's ass out the door but then felt like there was stuff crawling on me alnight. I wrapped myself up totally in the sleep sheet and shoved the net aside. So with this and the dogs barking and the crows squawkin on my balcony, I got fudge all sleep. So much for lovely seaside livin!

Next day I got up early to go searching for some new accommodation, wandered near and far and back again. Found a place called Space Garden right behind some of the other huts. There was a fancy garden with lots of lovely tables and huts and a big teepee in the middle of it. Twas hella cool. There were some local lads and an English girl called Sarah sitting in the teepee drinking wine, still going from the night before. (sesssssssshannnnn). One of the lads worked there but he was too busy enjoying himself to get up, so Sarah showed me around (she wasn't even staying there) and sold me one of the huts. haha. was a cool 300 bucks cheaper than Roach Motel and the floor wasn't uneven. Bargain. Sarah reminded me of Cookers a bit, she was tall and bubbly and had a similar accent. The lads were sound and suppper laid back. I was introduced to the boss on the first day and never saw him again.. :D

Showed John the huts as after his mild electrocution, he wanted to move too. I also showed him these amazing huts nearby with 4 poster beds, flat screen tvs, a/c and general jungle feel to them. They were a bit out of my price range though but looked super enticing! John poopoo 'd the fanciest of shmanciest and moved next door. Then headed to the beach for food and drinks. The lads in Cuba know us already due to John's penchant for pina coladas and they had kept us sun beds and everything. I swear i could see the dollar signs in their eyes. ;)

Later we went for some terrible food in Neptune point - the pizza tasted like bleach! John was so annoyed he stropped off, so myself and Corey went and got lamped in the Spice of Life with the local lads. Palolem is pretty quiet at the moment and the locals were on wind down, taking it easy and getting sloshed every night. Happy days!

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