Hampi

Our trip to Hampi involved an 11 hour bus drive through the night, stopping at every town and nearly every field along the way. The bus was jam packed, luckily we were first on and we were able to grab seats at the front with space for our bags. The bus didn't seem to have a person limit and also a whole manner of goods made its way onto the bus including cookers, bundles of sticks and straw, and what appeared to be a bag of bricks (I kid you not!). Arriving at the unhospitable Hospet at 5.30 in the morning we had to negotiate with a whole manner of cheating rickshw drivers in order to take us the 12 k to Hampi.

Once settled Hampi appeared to be a rather unusual place and the scenery was unlike any we'd seen before. The little town was shrouded by large boulders and coconut forests. Hampi is another pilgrimage spot in India which meant it was a 'dry' (something not everyone complies with) town and no meat could also be served. Only spending the one night there meant we had a whistle stop rickshaw tour of the surrounding temples and elephant stables, passing the many bannana fields on the way. Hampi is very prone to powercuts, something we were to get used to later in India and we spent half an hour trying to negogiate our way back to the hotel complex in total darkness.

Hampi was another place in which many people spent months 'finding themselves', though wee did run into a rather interesting Irish boy who was cycling across India. The next day we were off again on an overnight sleepwe bus back to Bangalore.

Bandipur Wildlife Sanctuary

Even though the nights stay at Bandipur was way over budget it was definately one of the better decisions that we had made. As we arrived we were shown to our cottage type room and then we promptly set up camp next to the huge pool (our first in India). Though there were others with the same idea and we met a lovely couple from Essex. Jo made a great entrance to the poool when having been warned by one of the men that it was slippery she slid down the steps the minute later, grabbing the other man and nearly exposing him. I missed the photo opportunity but could hear the laughter from our cottage. After lunch we were to makie our first safari into the jungle.

Thundering along in a cattle style truck we were sure we wouldn't see anything with the sheer noise of the thing. However, we all got rather excited when we came across water buffalo, a barely visable leopard, wild dogs, monkeys, samba and a herd of elephants trying to charge us, we were all a little relieved we'd chosen the truck over the jeep at that point. Julie was almost gagged to stop her screams of excitement at the advancing elephants. Strangely enough our party consisted of a lovely Indian family (ones that didnt stare or take our picture, a novelty in India) the girls had met the previous day, ourselves and Mr and Mrs Essex who by this point everyone had thought made us a group of five. After the Safari we were greeted with dinner, bonfire and a very boring video about the activites of the Park.

Next morning we were up very early for the 6am safari. In no way were we again prepared for the extreme cold we faced (I bet its nothing like what your facing back home though). With our many bright layers and multi-coloured scarfs we certainly didnt look the safari going type. However, neither did the Essex's as they turned up a minute later in shorts and T-shirts something they were to pay for later. Again the five of us piled into the Safari jeep and set out in search of the elusive Tiger. An eager and well equipped Italian and Indian couple had already taken the first safari jeep. The temperature appeared to be in the minus (well probably) and little sightings were made in the first hour. The now shivering Englishmen were lent a scarf and blanket.

After spotting a horned Samba and a water buffalo our Safari came to a temporary stop after we suffered a puncture. Piling out into the jungle wasn't the safest part of our journey but within fifteen minutes they had us back on the road. Back to camp, then back to Mysore for the onward bus. A thoroughly great time, minus the fact that I left my DK book (our only guide book) there.

Mysore

Our first bus journey took us to Mysore, further South than Bangalore. Here we happened to have the worst room of our stay so far, it didn't help that I fell ill and had to spend the day in bed there either. Having spent the first day browsing the city we decided there wasn't much to see really. The next day the girls browsed the Amber Vilas Palace (which was apparently the most amazing seen so far, sadly the only one I missed and no pictures were allowed) and Brindaven gardens with musical waterfalls (much less impressive apparently). The next day we'd booked a rather expensive (for our standards) package trip to a nearby National Park. Early next morning the driver picked us up to make the hour and a half drive to Bandipur Wildlife sanctuary. We were to leave Mysore for now with a little less energy and a lot more bites.

Bangalore

Our impressions of Bangalore were vastly different to the rest of India. Already we could see that the South was gonna be a lot more relaxed than the North. The impression had nothing to do with the fact that we were able to enjoy comfy beds and lovely homecooked food at the friends relatives we were staying at (H's parents for those who know). As soon as we were picked up from the airport by our host in the air conditioned car and greeted with sweets and snacks we knew we were going to enjoy Bangalore.
The next day we were given the chauffeur driven car and taken on a tour of Bangalore's best sights including Vidhana Saudha (the secretariat of State) and lots of random parks. After being treated to lovely meals out at BBQ nation (yum) and other restaurents we were painting the town red again, this time with the 'Bangalore playboys'. An interesting mix of people but a rather fun night out. One the boys, who cannot be named for legal reasons (haha) was driving the other car while swigging a bottle of Whiskey. After spending 4 days with home comforts we didn't want to leave but sadly thought it was best to push on, to explore more of Karnataka.

'The Flight'

The flight between Mumbai and Bangalore was rather amusing for many reasons. As we boarded the plane we were ordered to take a 2 sec trip via coach to the plane, a distance we could clearly of walked. While boarding we were instructed to board from the front of the plane (even though we were seated in the last row) and much to our horror passengers began boarding from the back, meaning we were sandwiched in. Panic averted we carried on only to discover that our seats were occupied by a family (untrue) and would we mind sitting somewhere else. This wasn't a problem yet they still moved us twice more before take off and I was moved back to my original seat with the others during the flight. Even though it was just over an hour, could only happen in India.

Mumbai, the end!

The rest of our trip involved a trip to Elephanta Island in which we climbed 100 stone steps filled with market sellers to view ancient caves carved into the mountainside. You could actually pay Indians around 3 quid and 4 would carry you up in a wooden chair!! At the top we got to feed the many monkeys gathered around the caves. We also went to the cinema to take in our first Bollywood picture, rather good actually. The seats fully reclined and the snacks offered were pretty good as well. We were rather confused when the national anthem came on and Indians stood. The 9th was Diwali (The Indian Xmas) today we were to fly to Bangalore to stay with friends parents, we took off to a sea of fireworks, pretty amazing.

Mumbai, the rest.

The next day we rose bright and early to join a 12 hour bus tour of the city, little did we know the hell it would be. The tour got off to a great start when exiting the bus at the first stop I fell down the stairs, much to the horror of the bus assistant and myself. Panic aside my dignity was saved as I managed to cling to the pole at the side of the steps. I blame the damn cocktails!!
Drama aside the tour offered an extensive view of the city for a very cheap price, 100 rupees (around one pound twenty) per person. Though it didn't help that the tour was mainly conducted in Hindi and the guide would shout out random sights to the three westerners just after we'd passed them.
However, we did get a tour of the Prince of Wales museum, a tiny aquarium (in which there were around 40 sharks in a 20" by 20" tank. Strangely enough no pictures were allowed), The Gateway of India and then drove 2 hours out of the center to see a beach in darkness, all in all a good day out (ahem!).

The next day we decided to take it easy and went for lunch at the revolving restaurant high above Marine drive, in all fairness the restaurant offered amazing views of the city and the chilled music and movement meant we stayed for nearly two of the 90 minute turns. That night a friend of Ju's had arranged a night out with a few of his friends. This showed us a completely different side to the India we had already seen. The girls sent their chauffeur driven, pimped out car to pick us up and take us along to the bar we had arranged to meet at. They were definately 'glam' girls who told us they had daily manicures and pedicures, refused to take public transport and loved shopping at Jane Norman in the UK. From the hotel bar we moved onto a very exclusive club, members only (theres nothing bribery won't get you in India), where we sipped martinis of every flavor. At 7 quid a pop they were way over our 'backpacker' budget and we decided to sip the one we had bought for the rest of the night. However, the girls were knocking back theirs and encouraging us to do the same (I don't know where they put them as their waists were the circumference of a small saucepan). The bar was quite interesting, a mix of R'n'B and Indian Bangra, we felt rather underdressed in the garb that had been in our backpacks for the last three weeks. Yet we ran into some very amusing young Indians in the toilet. Dressed in bum skimming lyrca (it really was that small) they were rammed into the toilet, while the 15yr old sister of the one girl was throwing up all over the toilet and the toilet attendant, boy did it stink. Offering some helpful advice Jo suggested that they take the girl home, who was hunched over the toilet with her head between her legs. To which her sister replied, 'She's fine she needs to walk it off'. With that they grabbed the scrunchy wearer and dragged her out of the toilet to the chorus of 'Let's bounce bitches'. Another different take on the India in which we get stared at because we show off our arms.