Mysore Belly

Arrival in Bangalore was inconsequential, which stood in complete contrast to the hassle with Indian immigration in getting here in the first place; some guy posing as a Customs Officer in street clothes looked casually at my tourist visa before letting me into his country.

The drive back to Mysore felt like a 3-hour car chase, but I'm not sure if we were actually being pursued by anyone.

Tamil playing navigator, and Aruna taking on the role of rally car driver in a baller-ass Bangalore car chase scene.

I've heard about how cows are revered and all that ish, but I had no idea these bo-vines walk around like they actually own the place.

WE AINT SCARED HO!!!!

Hindu temples galore obviously. This one about 5 minutes away from my apartment.

Close-up of the frieze. Shiva bustin' some crocodile skulls for messing with a elephant, all while ghost-ridin' on a eagle...

And then some religious festival that consisted of adolescents humping a giant jousting stick.

My favorite was some dude dressed up like a cross between the ultimate warrior and a prussian general from world war 1.