10 hours of 'luxury' bus to Bangalore. Thankfully, sleep encapsulates me for the majority of the way. Bliss. By contrast, Bangalore hit me like a ton of bricks. I have one german girl, Sophie, in tow. We battle through rush hour. Having oly just woken up, the hecticness of it all is overpowering. As a result, i resort to 'efficeient traveller' mode..., not prepared to take any s*** (or probably advice too...) from anyone. The tactic works and we find ourselves on a bus heading for Mysore in an impressively short amount of time. Only in my eagerness to get on a bus, i take the first one that comes our way, costing a steep 200rps for the unessasary luxuries of air conditioning and a complementory bottle of water. All is well though as we arrive in Mysore in good time, well rested and ready to explore a new place.

This time round i embrace the hecticnes. It's a sunday, a holiday and the place heaves. People are everywhere and entering the walled fruit and veg market feels like being put into a washing machine. Colour and smells bleeding out of the crowds and enfusing into me. I love it. For the first time on this trip I feels like i'm exploring with my entire range of senses and why i love crazy cities such as this.

Mysore is not overly beautifull for the most part but it has character and bustle in it's winding lanes. It's also refreshing only a small tourist infastructure (most of the stuff on sale seems to be directed primarilly towards a local market). This however does not stop the persistent from attempting to woo me into parting with my money for one shade of crap or another. I enjoy my aimless wondering around this city, simply observing and taking pictures.