Renovations

I'm changing this blog. I'm dedicating it to my travels in India.
I know it's already been halfway through my journey but people ask and ask what's going on and I get tired of typing to each person.
So let's begin...

i had a nice dinner in Hampi. cheese tomato sandwich with chips and salad. i dreaded going into my room and sleeping because of those fucking insects. i found a way to divert them by leaving the light in the bathroom on. take that shitheads.
i awoke at 8am and checked out. i ate breakfast at my usual place(Trishul Restaurant). had homemade meusli with bananas on top and chai. scrumptious. there was an american couple also occupying the restaurant. they talked about yoga. i wanted to throw my meusli at them.
i watched a man who was a foreigner. he was riding a motorcycle with a painting on his back. for some reason i thought it was unusual and guessed maybe what he was doing with it and why...
he saw the painting in a town he was in 4 days ago. north of where he was now. the painting caught his eye at an artists shop. he had to have it. he would take this painting everywhere with him. no matter how much of a burden it was to carry. he had to have it. it had to come back home to italy. that's where he's from. everyone that saw the painting complimented on it. how beautiful it was.
he wore his watch upside down. he said it was easier to tell time this way. or maybe time didn't matter to him. he just liked the novelty of wearing a watch. only the painting mattered to him. it would come home to italy with him.
i'm probably right.
i said my farewells to Hampi and caught the bus to Hospet.
in Hospet i did some shopping around. i needed some t-shirts and underwear since some of mine were stolen. i bought new batteries for my camera! success.
i walked to the train station. on my way i stopped for some chai and water at a street vendor. i fixed up my camera with the new batteries.
i kept walking and stopped at a bar/restaurant. there was six tables circling one table. they seated me in the centre table. like i was a freak so everyone around could stare at me. eat their meal and watch the show. but then i felt like i was the sun. they were the planets. revolving around me. the almighty sun.
the real sun however was not shining. there was thunder in the distance.
i drank 3 large Kingishers and was drunk at 2pm. i was bored and this was my idea of killing time.
i walked the rest of the way to the train station. 5 hours early. fuck.
i don't even remember what i did. it's all a haze. i remember children harassing me for a school pen. for chocolate. for cigarettes. for rupees. 'get lost!' i wanted to yell at them.
i'll skip to the train. i found my seat on the train and a big fat walrus man was sitting in my spot. he was trying to claim the lower bunk which i specifically reserved on the internet. he asked what seat number i was. i think you know, i thought, giving him a nasty look. maybe my nasty look wasn't nasty enough. he told me he was too much of a walrus to climb to the top bunk. i wanted to yell at him. but i was tired and cranky and needed to sleep. i climbed to the top and fell asleep.

arrived in Bangalore at 5:30am. moved like a sloth off the train. got on a local bus and went to MG road area. the popular area or something. i was so starving but nothing was open yet. i waited and waited. walked and walked. finally found the indian coffee house. i had 'scramld egg on bread' with coffee. the eggs(about 4 of them) were wet and the bread was underneath...soggy. i struggled eating it. i drank my coffee happily.

i passed KFC, McDonalds, Pizza Hut, Booster Juice. chuckled to myself every time i saw one. i walked for hours. visiting gardens. seeing large spectacular buildings. more gardens. more walking. tired of walking with my backpack. stopped every half hour to massage my shoulders. took a bus back to MG road area and here i am. soon to train to Kochi.