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Trip to Mysore |
The trip started on Sunday morning at 5.00 am at the NCBS. We (Ulrike, Yoka, Ben, Michel and me, i.e. the white ones) were picked from bus which was chartered for the tour. We continued to the hostel of the college student girls, who organized this trip to celebrate their successful end of their scholar year. Then the trip from Bangalore to Mysore started. It was nice to see the sun rising, how the landscape changed once we have got out of the town, and to listen to all the songs that the girls sang the whole three hours drive (150 km)! I think it was mainly bolly-wood songs. After a tasty Dosa in a restaurant at the highway, we started our cultural program with the visit of Sultan Tipu's Mausoleum. It is a nice example of islamic architecture, with its typical garden surrounding the main building.
Then, we passed by Saint Philomena Cathedral, which was constructed in 1956. Later, I learned to my surprise that its was designed by a French reverend who was inspired by the Cologne dome. Since it was a Sunday, the place was quite busy, but I did not feel that impressed as I am in European churches, maybe because it was such a young church. At the corner in front of the cathedral was a shop with Indian handcrafts, i.e. wooden carvings and nice fabrics, and I got there a nice little elephant of sandal-wood. He smells fine.
Next stop was the Mysore Palace, what an impressive and beautiful building. After the wooden palace burned down at the end of the 19th century, it was rebuild in stone. This construction took about 15 years, but included electrical light, and lifts, beautiful wall paintings, stone and wooden carvings, and everywhere glazed tiles in flower styles (like it is typical for Islamic art). This visit was worth the entrance fee of 200 INR for foreigners (40 INR for Indian citizens), and besides the palace, there were a few temples, a nice garden, and Elephants! We white people had a quite special experience at the end of the palace visit. We were just strolling through the garden for a last time, and reached an area where no visitors walked around. But we thought nothing special about it, because it had rained just before. Then, a guardian approached us, telling that we should go back because it is the private area of the Maharadja (Yes, the royal family is still living in a part of the palace). After he had asked us, from where we are, he changed his mind and led us to the royal Elephant compound...and we could even climb on the Elephants for a photo shooting! Sure, after that, each of us had to pay 200 INR to the guardian and to the elephant keeper. But that was ok, because the feeling to sit directly on the elephants neck without any seat, to feel the thick skin with the bristly hair, and this special view from 2.5m above the ground, were worth it!
After a short lunch break, we drove with the bus outside Mysore to get on top of one of the surrounding hills, the location of a huge temple complex. It was a really high tower with nice gods on the outside defending and protecting the god inside the temple, but my attraction was kept by the small apes which populated the whole area. Second best thing was the view over the plains and over Mysore.
After hardly one hour at that place we again went on with the bus to reach Brindavan Gardens, our last destination around Mysore (it was already 6pm). This garden lays at a huge dam and a part of the backed-up water is used to aliment a number of fountains. This place was a real weekend travelers magnet, and although the day was almost over, the park was full of families, couples, single persons. The way from the parking slot of the bus to the park was seamed with small food stands, and I tasted a red deep-fried fish, which could be eaten entirely, a good spiced masala tea and some chat (a mix of puff rice, diced onions, tomatoes, carrotsand some spicy sauce).
With all these impressions of the day, we went back to Bangalore, and this time, the group was much calmer than at the morning. we arrived at NCBS at 1am, and I was in bed around 2.30 am. Not much sleep before the beginning of the "working week", but who cares!