Jingle Bells

Bangalore is much cleaner than any of the other large cities I have seen so far. The city has endless boulevards and traffic circles. I arrived way too early in the morning after the ride from Hospet. Nothing was open. I should have taken the valium the Australian guy offered me to get me through the 8 hour ride sitting up. It seems that in this part of the world paving the roads is impossible. The ride, once again, was bumpy.

I heard Jingle Bells being blasted from the speakers at a primary school as I was sweating my way across town to the internet cafe.

My train for Kochin leaves at 6:50pm. It is now noon.