The green coconuts are delicious! There are coconut stands all over the place — where the purveyor will lop the top off a young coconut with a machete and drop a straw in, all for 12 rupees (22 cents).
This picture was taken in the Green Hotel, where we had tea yesterday afternoon. Getting there involved a lengthy rickshaw ride replete with missed directions, fruitless communication with the driver, stops to discuss our seemingly unintelligible destination request with other rickshaws drivers, and a short drive the wrong way down a busy one way street. Fun! Really — it was a priceless experience!
The Green Hotel is beautiful — both the building and the grounds. Upstairs, the walls are decorated with drawings and photographs of “exotic India” — just the sort of images you’d imagine colonizers sending home: yogis doing amazing tricks, turbaned men holding exotic animals. Now I get to do it using iPhone photos and Flickr photo stream…
Anna enjoying chai amid the decorative fronds at the Green Hotel.
Our lush surroundings.
Angie and Susan. One of the best things about Mysore? Getting to spend some time with yogi friends.
Speaking of which, yesterday was my first practice at the shala (yoga school). I was nervous and overly caffeinated — so pretty shaky at the beginning. All went well, though, and I had the pleasure of practicing between Robbie and Laruga — two other people I know from online but had never met in person. The internet makes for a very small world. How small? Well, upon meeting Robbie, he asked after Waylon and Daisy. I guess that’s just how strong subcultures work: both the Ashtanga subculture and the dog lover subculture.