This blog entry will be particularly difficult as it concerns my mother's visit to India & I was at work for most of her sighseeing. However I shall do my best and hope that any missing details can be filled into the comments section.
Grandma (as she shall henceforth be known) visited on the beginning of October for a long weekend. During her time in Bangalore she got to see all sorts of things.
Her tour kicked off at Bangalore Palace. Keen blog watchers will remember that we visited earlier on in our stay, so this time Lea was able to look at things in more detail. Sadly I wasn't around that day so I really can't tell you much more about it.
Here's a snap of Grandma, Daisy and a (late) Elephant in the Palace's entrance.
On one of their (many) shopping trips they witnessed an electric box explode. Now, Indian electrics are the very definition of dodgy with many people simply clipping cables onto the overhead wires and running them into their home. When this box exploded, the nearby men all went in closer to investigate and one chap decided to fix the problem. No safety gear; just a screwdriver and a complete lack of fear. Somehow nobody was killed or even injured.
Later on in her stay, we decided to venture out to the Banjan tree. This tree is located a few miles away from Bangalore and took about an hour to get to.
The tree has spread over several acres and has paths running through it and a temple in the middle. It's also chock-full of monkeys who were happy to come up to us and grab the food we'd brought. Poor Leanne had a plastic bag of food over her wrist and couldn't get it off quick enough when one of the feral primates went for her. Luckily the bag tore and she got away, but it was quite exciting to watch!
Throughout our stay we'd avoided buying food from roadside stalls, but there was a chap at the banyan tree selling corn cooked on a charcoal fire. We saw no reason for it to contain any bugs so decided to take the plunge. It was lovely and we survived without any upset stomachs.
Sadly that's most of what I can remember. All too soon, Grandma was on a plane back to England, but she'd managed to pack an amazing amount into just a few days. It's a trip I know she'll not forget.
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