Way to Mysuru

After some quiet days in lush greenery we decided to head north. We agreed on skipping the tiger safari and took a local bus instead who crosses two tiger reserves. The road was bumpy and lots of locals hopped on through the space where once was a door. We saw heaps of white spotted bambis all over the place and then suddenly we jumped out of our seats: AN ELEPHANT. A wild one. No one else on the bus was impressed but we felt very grateful for this short moment.

After that we arrived in Mysuru. We got ourselves an auto rickshaw to head to our Airbnb. The areas got rougher and rougher and at the roughest point the rickshaw stopped. Slightly surprised the driver stopped and while unloading our backpacks he teaches us "go away" in hindi. He was mentioning that we could call him if we need any help. Seconds later our mysterious host shows up and opens some rusty gates - welcoming us to our new home. All three of us shared some suspicious looks. We just wanted to ask for the wifi password but the host disappeared magically. Sitting there we made the fastest decision in our trip: let’s get the hell out of here.

Minutes later we sat in the very same rickshaw and the nodding driver mumbling: bad area for tourists.Read more