After we have had our fill of temples in Hampi we head to Ooty. To get there we take an awful awful ten hour over night bus to Mysore. The road is so bad that everytime we hit a pot hole (which is every two minutes) I bounce inches in the air off the bed and hit my knees/eblows/head on the sides of my little compartment. An hour in we stop once - in a one horse town with no loos, not even in the 'hotel' - and I throw up in the gutter. For the next nine hours I just have to suffer in silence - with the occasional whine when we hit a particularly big hole.
We arrive in Mysore at 7 in the morning and begin to walk to the nearest hostel our book recommemds, but we can't find it. Alex asks a rickshaw driver where it is whilst I, exhausted and still feelig nausous, lean pathetically against a near by wall. The driver tells us the hostel is not in walking distance, and offers to take us there for '40 rupees minimum, less is not possible madam'. We get him down to 30, suspecting we are still being ripped off, but not caring much.
The room is expensive but again we don't care, it has beds, a shower and a tv. The tiny lift up to the third floor brings back horrible memories of my little bus compartmemt. I go out to buy a big bottle of water and a bigger bottle of Pepsi, and we spend the morning sleeping, rehydrating and watching movies. The power goes off reguarly for about 20 minutes at a time, which confims my decision to use the stairs.
In the afternoon we venture out and walk to a near by market. We get to the end of the road before we are too hot and too tired, so we take a rickshaw. It costs us 20 rupees and takes us well past the bus stand, so we had definitely been conned by our driver this morning, he must have driven around the block a couple of times to make it seem further. Mysore is hot, loud and busy and I am really looking forward to moving onto Ooty in the morning. We book tickets for the five hour journey for 8am the next day at 100 rupees each (about £1.50), then find a roof top terrace where Alex has dinner and I drink another pepsi.
We arrive in Mysore at 7 in the morning and begin to walk to the nearest hostel our book recommemds, but we can't find it. Alex asks a rickshaw driver where it is whilst I, exhausted and still feelig nausous, lean pathetically against a near by wall. The driver tells us the hostel is not in walking distance, and offers to take us there for '40 rupees minimum, less is not possible madam'. We get him down to 30, suspecting we are still being ripped off, but not caring much.
The room is expensive but again we don't care, it has beds, a shower and a tv. The tiny lift up to the third floor brings back horrible memories of my little bus compartmemt. I go out to buy a big bottle of water and a bigger bottle of Pepsi, and we spend the morning sleeping, rehydrating and watching movies. The power goes off reguarly for about 20 minutes at a time, which confims my decision to use the stairs.
In the afternoon we venture out and walk to a near by market. We get to the end of the road before we are too hot and too tired, so we take a rickshaw. It costs us 20 rupees and takes us well past the bus stand, so we had definitely been conned by our driver this morning, he must have driven around the block a couple of times to make it seem further. Mysore is hot, loud and busy and I am really looking forward to moving onto Ooty in the morning. We book tickets for the five hour journey for 8am the next day at 100 rupees each (about £1.50), then find a roof top terrace where Alex has dinner and I drink another pepsi.
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