Bangalore Boomerang

Thanks to our audio video guy ( pictured above, perhaps on the verge of nuisance-making), we've got some new video up. Check the previous post for that action.


So our journey has taken a bit of a loop de loop. We've returned to Bangalore, tech support capital of the world, for an unexpected second visit after two days in Mysore, a smaller town about two hours away by train.

Mysore has got one major attraction: the Ambas Vilas Palace (no affiliation with Donald Duck). It was really, really an amazing building, but cameras were absolutely verbotten so we could only snap the exterior. I can't even find any good ones on the internets, but I was most impressed by the main atrium with its peacock-themed stained glass ceiling. Stunning.


The Palace at sunset...


Colorful local, not much of a conversationalist.





Late afternoon commute.


So, that was Mysore. It was worth it to see the palace, but the air quality there was just appalling. Based on how the locals were coughing, it can't be the best place to live long term.


So, Bangalore has been great if not for stellar sights ( there aren't many) but because of the wonderful fast internet connection we've gotten to use at our hotel. With it, I've been able to work with Katie on reviewing the first cut of OFF SEASON, which even at this very early stage and without any of the luxuries of sound effects, music, color, or any polish, already feels like a movie. The fact that I've been able to view the footage from half a world away if a miracle, and being able to talk with some of my favorite people face to face has also been fabulous.

We did take a visit to the local mall here to check out a movie. We peeped 127 Hours, the Danny Boyle flick ( they love Boyle here after Slumdog Millionaire, and the fact that he uses an amazing Indian composer to score his work helps too). The movie experience was much like our own, with popcorn ( but also samosas), but with assigned seats. And I hope this wont serve as much of a spoiler to anyone who's aware of 127 Hours, but right when the fella is about to saw his arm off, the film stopped and the lights came up. Power outtage? Projection difficulties? Nope. Intermission. Yep. For a movie that probably ran about 90 minutes. People did get up to get some snacks, and we got to watch more commercials ( yay!), but a pretty terrible practice for typically brief Hollywood movies. Nuff said.

Next stop...Trichy ( that's the short version of the name. Will attempt to spell out proper name when I have more time. For real.)