The Shatabdi Express would take 2 hours from Bangalore to Mysore. To pay 300 rupees for a normal coach or 600 rupees for an executive coach? After last night I decided to treat myself to the executive coach. Boy, was I glad to have chosen the executive for it came with soup and lunch served to your seat. I had not had anything to eat since last night - so I polished every bit of scrap on my tray.
This is about my yoga journey. It began before I took my first yoga class. I had to go through surgery on my shoulder after an accident during a football (soccer) game. First thing in rehab was to regain range of motion. It was this desire to gain back flexibility that got me open to trying out yoga. The rest, I should say, is history.... but it is really only the beginning.
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Monday, September 1, 2008
Shatabdi Express - 31 Aug
The Shatabdi Express would take 2 hours from Bangalore to Mysore. To pay 300 rupees for a normal coach or 600 rupees for an executive coach? After last night I decided to treat myself to the executive coach. Boy, was I glad to have chosen the executive for it came with soup and lunch served to your seat. I had not had anything to eat since last night - so I polished every bit of scrap on my tray.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Expect the Unexpected - 30 Aug
Landed in what looks like new airport in Bangalore just before midnight. I had the option of a 4 hour taxi ride to Mysore or spend the night in Bangalore and then take the train to Mysore the next day. I choose the latter.
Initially I had booked the hotel through a hotel search engine. However, it turned out to be an adventure finding the hotel. Went through empty streets flanked by 1 storey shops. It was quite bizarre - although the streets was empty, we would come across small groups of people walking or talking in a huddle every few blocks. Almost like a scene off the Twilight Zone.
We finally found the hotel in a quiet section of the city, after calling for directions no less than 4 times. Turned out my internet booking was no use as the guy at the reception just looked at my booking slip blankly ( I had a feeling he would rather continue with his sleep). I looked around and saw no signs of a computer in the vicinity. Luckily he had a spare room after I agreed to pay the rate listed in his brochure.
I woke up early the next morning, partly because I became concerned when I asked whether it's easy to get to the train station and all I got was a good night wish and a head wobble. There were still no signs of other guests when I checked out. The hotel looked great, though. I'm pretty sure if I had checked in at a reasonable time, I would have a better impression.
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