Bangalore and Mysore

After the cycle trip we took a night-train to Ahmedabad so we could catch a 2 hour flight to Bangalore, so we could take a 3 hour train to Mysore. It was a hellish journey, made so mostly because Leah's stomach chose the night-train as the right moment to start its inevitatable churning and gurgling.

Our first experience with the famed Delhi Belly, and it left Leah quite wobbly the rest of the day. The problem for me is twofold, first I'm trying to take care of a sick woman who would probably much rather lie in bed than take planes, trains and auto-rickshaws, but also that I forgot to eat all day because Leah wasn't chirping up that we should eat. Strange as it might seem, but I have grown into the habit of using her belly to tell us when to eat because mine is strangely mute here.

It isn't that I don't get hungry, when we eat I'm chowing down. But it just isn't the same as in Vancouver - it might just be the oddly planned days we're having. Anyway by the end of the night I had gone the whole day eating just one samosa, and when I realised this I tried to eat, but couldn't jam anything in.

Sleep restored us both to good spirits the next day, and we stormed Mysore in search of the internet, and sunglasses for Leah; who seems to lose them often. :) In the evening we met her brother's new fiance Katarina - she's lovely and we had coffee with her in the little Mysore suburb she lives in. Katarina is on some kind of a yoga training course, and there certainly seems to be quite a bit of that here!