Being in India has made me make the most of my days and get off my otherwise occasionally lethargic ass and do things. Like yoga at six am. And waking up at 530 to catch a bus to the Town of Boiled Beans, otherwise known as Bangalore.
Not going to lie, it was a bit overwhelming. The pollution and traffic were just what youd expect in India and nothing close to what I now see as the calm streets of Mysore. However, since it was a real city, I lived it up and treated myself to the best meal Ive had all summer.
Yes, that is a rack of lamb and a glass of sangria. Really good sangria. It was almost like being at a good restaurant at home and it was nice to be able to afford the high life and not have to feel too guilty about it.
Other than eating and spending more money than I should have buying things that I, in reality dont need, I found the Town of Boiled Beans' equivalent of central part where I witnessed Indians to the most PDA Ive seen since Ive been here. Granted, Ive only lived in a tiny village and mid-sized really traditional town, the sight of people holding hands, dressed in western clothes and sitting with arms around each other, the occasional kiss, and adoring looks was a sight to see!
It was a people watching opportunity at its finest. I was glad to have my stunner shades with me to try and have some shred of discretion while I stared people down. But hey, its more respect than the tons of blatant stares Ive just gotten used to while being here.
Not going to lie, it was a bit overwhelming. The pollution and traffic were just what youd expect in India and nothing close to what I now see as the calm streets of Mysore. However, since it was a real city, I lived it up and treated myself to the best meal Ive had all summer.
Yes, that is a rack of lamb and a glass of sangria. Really good sangria. It was almost like being at a good restaurant at home and it was nice to be able to afford the high life and not have to feel too guilty about it.
Other than eating and spending more money than I should have buying things that I, in reality dont need, I found the Town of Boiled Beans' equivalent of central part where I witnessed Indians to the most PDA Ive seen since Ive been here. Granted, Ive only lived in a tiny village and mid-sized really traditional town, the sight of people holding hands, dressed in western clothes and sitting with arms around each other, the occasional kiss, and adoring looks was a sight to see!
It was a people watching opportunity at its finest. I was glad to have my stunner shades with me to try and have some shred of discretion while I stared people down. But hey, its more respect than the tons of blatant stares Ive just gotten used to while being here.
PDA...I've been learning so many acronyms since I started reading your blog :)
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