Part II: Bangalore

The entire city was shrouded in a haze that seemed to blur the rough edges and also the glare of the sun. What was once known as the "pensioner's paradise" had
metamorphsized into this pulsing, high strung city with clogged roads and incredible noise levels. Just leaving the airport, I lost hope of ever finding any part of Bangalore left unchanged.
After a leisurely dinner at Bombay Post, we turned in for the night. The next day, we decided to visit Tipu Sultan's palace on Albert Road. Unfortunately for us, all we managed was getting a peek through the locked iron-gates.


So it was on to Lal Bagh instead. The towering trees creating shade-lined avenues, the Victorian glass pavilion and bus loads of school children almost had me fooled into thinking I was at in "old" Bangalore. Granted it was a Sunday morning, but I was surprised at the lack of crowds at the Gardens. We spent about two hours walking around the gardens and getting some snaps. I learnt that the gardens were established in the 17th century (1660 to be exact) making it one of the oldest survivng parks.

Then it was off to the Royal Orchid for Sunday brunch with a brief detour to pick up friends. The evening was spent with family enjoying a great home cooked meal and catching up on family stories. A great way to end the weekend.