things to do in Mysore

...get some sexy foot loving action

...get a slapped wrist for eating crisps and drinking coke

...get a massage with Christopher Walken

...be a fucking annoying douche bag

korma police

night cap

i still cant sleep after taking these things every night.

froggy

we found this little guy just hanging out by our bathroom last night. he didnt really jump around but just changed positions every few minutes. we left him in there overnight, sarah said he might just evaporate by the time we woke up. surprisingly, he had not evaporated in the morning. so we just grabbed a guy walking past our flat and asked him to remove him. people are helpful in india.

excellent colour scheme

our apartment

livin' dhal

my(head is)sore

so after one of the smoothest flights i've ever experienced i am finally in mysore. i feel a million miles away from shorebitch and i cant remember the last time i felt this good. i've been here less than 24 hours so i dont have much to tell. this town is full of boho's. there's loads of self rightous westerners doing yoga and drinking coconut milk with henna all over their pastey white arms and a lob sided bindi on their stupid american foreheads. i overheard a few of them talking about whether yogurt was bad for you in the mornings. despite all this im feeling pretty damn good. there's a lot of cows and goats and hello buddies just hanging out. everywhere smells like josticks. at night time it smells like iran. here are some photo's that ive taken with my new digital camera just for now. oh and im far away from all terrorist attacks in mumbai in case anyone is worried. they're only after US and UK citizens so im in the clear as i look like one of them.

tikka to ride

here is a picture of my Indian visa. in 72 hours, i will be on kingfisher airlines flying to Bangalore. over the next few weeks i will probably put up photos and stories of my travels, fulfilling those gap year dreams...