Bangalore. It's B for Boring

And it's a tragic shame. Went out last night, hoping for... well, anything, really. I'd already had a nice lunch - I'd met a Canadian insurance dude 3 months from retiring, had a good chat about jewellery prices and things like that, and then he buys me the drinks! What a champ! Props to Canadian Dave, (distinct from IT-Dave, Heli-man-Dave, and Crocket-Dave) for that, although he won't ever read about it. Well, he might. But I doubt it.

And I digress!

SO, I go out to the "in" bar. It's called Spinn... I have a look around, and it's all lounges. What the hell? Look, I *like* lounge bars, they are great for a lazy sunday, with a nice burger, some beers... is anyone who runs a place in Darling Harbour reading this? But this is the "in" bar. It's where you meet people, and party - it would be like going to the meat market that is Establishment and seeing rows of lounge seats.
Ok, that might work, but anyway...
And the music? I think it was a Cat Stevens Appreciation Night. I hope it was, but you never know.
And the dancing? Well, let's just say that they don't call it "dancing" here. They say "our bar has a discotheque. A discotheque. It's very sad.
Anyway, so, with expensive drinks, no dancing, ridiculous lounge settings I had a great night out.
Oh! Oh oh Oh! Gues when bars open! 8pm! Guess when they close! 11:30pm!! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.
Bangalore. Once again, IT people come together to give industry practitioners a Bad Name.

I know I've discussed computers here previously, but let me do it again:
when I go into the internet cafe and see the computers are all in their own little room, invisible to the rest of the world, I begin to panic. It's a well-placed panic, as the drop down on my internet explorer is showing.
That and the fact that ie has been so hopelessly hacked that google links go to porn sites? Fantastic.

Ok! Going to book flights! Fight demons! Maybe, just maybe, meet a mystic martial arts teacher... but that last one is doubtful.

Here are some totally cool photos that a very nice canadian (god, what is with Canada? I'm totally going to go there), called Alicia, has taken the time to send me. Seeing as *I* don't have a camera, I'm going to put these ones up. I don't know where these photos were taken though, so you can guess! Ok, yes, they were taken in India.



This photo is quite cool, and mystic. I don't really know where Alicia is in it though... it looks like something out of that Indian Jones film - the one with the still-beating heart?



I want a waterfall! It also looks like Alicia is in a Bollywood film here, if you've seen a Bollywood film you'll work out why.
Alicia is a nice Canadian (yeah, tautology, I know) I met (and clicked with) oh-so briefly in Goa, who is a yoga-teaching, archaeologist waitress. I suppose that meant the Indian Jones thing isn't too far off - good luck with those Nazis, Alicia!
She's off back to Canada, and I'm here in a girl I travelled with's boyfriend's apartment.
All to myself!
Gosh, I should go out and party hard... oh wait, it's Bangalore.