Ever go through rush hour traffic on Friday night? In the dark in a strang
e city in a cab? The half hour ride from the airport in Bangalore took 2 hours. We are back in civilization after two months of rural living! The next morning first stop was Gangaram Book Store – 3 floors of all kinds of books, all in English. (Thanks Ann, and it was a short walk on M.G. Street (Mahatma Gandhi for you non-Indians) from our hotel.)
Gail went for Indian novelists and religion, Jim for maps. Caleb – this Metro is the closest to Yahoo, which showed up on one of the maps Jim was looking at.
There were cars too, folks, just caught one of those Motorcycle Moments, thinking of Ben. We had lunch at our hotel in one of the three restaurants, this one Chinese, where we learned that India, having edged out Pakistan in an historic game which brought on presidential diplomacy in the box seats, was up against first seed
Sri Lanka for the World Cup. This picture is a spoiler, including the next day's headline. The game started at 2:30 p.m. was over around eight, but when I woke at 3 a.m. on Sunday, the shouting and fireworks were still echoing over from M. G. Rd.
The afternoon we puttered over in a three wheeler to the art college (Chitrakala Parishath) museum, which allowed no photos and was poorly lit and signed anyway. Next day we had a leisurely morning, and wandered a bit to find a nice lunch spot, ending back at our hotel on the roof-top Indian buffet, hugely popular, btw.
Jim learned the secrets of Tandore roti
and naan cooking, and the chefs were delighted in his interest and in being photographed. We moseyed over to the state museum, where photos were also not allowed, and the signage was last considered when the new wing, identical to the old wing, was added in 1962. The art scene in Bangalore is rich, varied, active, and undocumented. We topped the day by strolling back through Cubbon Park,
where trees were growing, crows were crowing, and kids were playing – have you figured it out yet? Cricket! There is but one religion in India after all!
e city in a cab? The half hour ride from the airport in Bangalore took 2 hours. We are back in civilization after two months of rural living! The next morning first stop was Gangaram Book Store – 3 floors of all kinds of books, all in English. (Thanks Ann, and it was a short walk on M.G. Street (Mahatma Gandhi for you non-Indians) from our hotel.)
Gail went for Indian novelists and religion, Jim for maps. Caleb – this Metro is the closest to Yahoo, which showed up on one of the maps Jim was looking at.
There were cars too, folks, just caught one of those Motorcycle Moments, thinking of Ben. We had lunch at our hotel in one of the three restaurants, this one Chinese, where we learned that India, having edged out Pakistan in an historic game which brought on presidential diplomacy in the box seats, was up against first seed 
Sri Lanka for the World Cup. This picture is a spoiler, including the next day's headline. The game started at 2:30 p.m. was over around eight, but when I woke at 3 a.m. on Sunday, the shouting and fireworks were still echoing over from M. G. Rd. 
The afternoon we puttered over in a three wheeler to the art college (Chitrakala Parishath) museum, which allowed no photos and was poorly lit and signed anyway. Next day we had a leisurely morning, and wandered a bit to find a nice lunch spot, ending back at our hotel on the roof-top Indian buffet, hugely popular, btw.
and naan cooking, and the chefs were delighted in his interest and in being photographed. We moseyed over to the state museum, where photos were also not allowed, and the signage was last considered when the new wing, identical to the old wing, was added in 1962. The art scene in Bangalore is rich, varied, active, and undocumented. We topped the day by strolling back through Cubbon Park,
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