The Bangalora

Laura Neuhaus. The Bangalore Chronicles of www.LauraGalore.com infamy... Act Two.

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"I entirely abandoned the study of letter. Resolving to seek no knowledge other than that which could be found in myself or else in the great book of the world, I spent the rest of my youth traveling, visiting courts and armies, mixing with people of diverse temperaments and ranks, gathering various experiences, testing myself in the situations which fortune offered me, and at all times reflecting upon whatever came my way so as to derive some profit from it." (Descartes, Discourse on the Method of Rightly Conducting One's Reason and Seeking the Truth in the Sciences)

Friday, July 28, 2006

Photos from the early monsoon season...

Coonoor, Tamil Nadu. Dolphin's Nose Look-out point. After an intense death-defying journey through tea plantations (sounds contradictatory? Tea Plantations equal peaceful relaxation, no?) we ended up pearched precariously high above a beautiful lush green valley below (again, Tea Planations were involved) with nothing but dual weathered steel bars to contain us. The view was amazing, the Indian tourists were plentiful, and I didn't even notice the monkey in the photo until after I arrived back home. They're that ubiquitous.

One of the reasons why I claim the journey in Coonoor and the Nilgiri's in general was so terrifying: we are going close to 40 km on a one-lane windy road with a sheer drop off to our right, sheer rock face to our left. And conveniently, there was oncoming traffic (also speeding) to battle.

Scott and I visited his friend from Georgetown Nirica who has the nicest most generous family ever. Never had I been plied with such vast quantities of rich, delicious food (gigantic crab seen here) and perfect wine. I honestly don't think I've ever eaten and dined so well in my life. Thank you, Nirica!

Train Station, Bombay. Taken from the inside of Nirica's car since I was chauffered and toured around Bombay the entire time. Only set foot on the monsooned soggy road maybe twice.
A laundromat. Time # 1 I stepped out of the car.










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