Since Gazza got here

Most mornings, after Peter finishes at the Shala, we all go up to "Tina's". there are 2 or 3 places that cater for yoga students' breakfasts; gauranteed 'clean' food with a Western slant: fruit salad, porridge, coffee, scrambled eggs or omlettes. Westerners, particularly first timers, are more than happy to pay a small portion of the price back home for security and 'familiarity', even if it is much more than what an Indian would pay when eating out for breakfast. It is right after everyone's practice, and it is a lot easier to eat at places like Tina's, with other yoga students, than going out into the 'real world' of India and dealing with all that!!!





Gazza at Tina's Breakfast Kitchen.
Our shoes outside Tina's.
Barney and Peter.

Manju, the flower boy, waiting outside Tina's gate. Manju is 12 and we met him on the street between Shala and house selling the strings of jasmine flowers that people use over the home shrine, or over the front door or gate, or (if your a woman) in your hair. He has to hustle. He hustles the yoga students mostly. He does well with those eyes! The boys have noted that since we've been here Manju seems to be dressing better and working at one of the tailors part time. Manju works all day, though, no school.
Kimo, Tina, Sanjeev and Shannon. Kimo and Shannon are from Hawaii.. lovely folk

Timber maze!
Scaffolding
Walking home past the 'plastic shop'.

The first shot on the new camera (Christmas present) on 'timer'. Chamundi Hill in the background.
Felix at Tina's (photo by Barney), menu study is very serious matter, but Felix always knows what he wants

Tai (by Barney)
This is the scene inside Tina's kitchen

Three in a rickshaw. Gazza's tooth has been playing up

We went to a government run, touring sale of various artists and retailers from different Indian states. There was one from Mysore selling sandalwood products. At least these chillis didn't end up in our lunch!

ONe of the stalls was selling herbal and ayurvedic goods. Many were sugar coated and brightly coloured

We went to a party at Inge's house (Inge the singer, as the kids say) and there was much singing and laughter. Inge's friend Puti was there and provided some henna tattoos (mehndi) to a couple of the women [not for men at all.]

Puti copied the design (her own) from a book she had straight on to the skin. The henna is a mud-like substance that turns the skin red as it dries, and lasts up to a month