The culture of this place is amazing. While completely different and very difficult to adjust to, the happiness and beauty that surrounds this place continues to stun me. The temple of fire was a strictly white building with gold patterning, surrounded by well planted greenery and ornaments. Whilst we weren’t allowed inside, it was amazing to see something that this group works so hard to keep to a high standard.
Bangalore Palace was next to see, an amazing piece of architecture being the third biggest palace of India. This one we could enter, and for 100 rupees ($2) we received a 30 minute informed tour around the whole inside of it, showing us the effort and creativity that the people of India like to pour into their work. It’s a highly regarded building and costs AUD $18,000 to rent it out for the night. While we were there, we were able to see it in a different light as more than one hundred people were preparing it for a wedding that night.
Feeling risky, but mainly too tired to walk further than the 8km we had already done in mostly inappropriate walking shoes, we decided to catch rickshaws on the way home. Getting in, we were unsure if we’d make it back alive, but fortunately we did! There may be no lanes and the road rules may be completely disregarded, but these drivers are very good at weaving in and out without managing to hit anyone by some surprise. It was certainly an experience but was a fun one at that, our driver even told us what a couple of the places were that we drove past, a tour as well! Although we preferred when he watched the road instead of turning to chat to us, or when he was having a conversation with the rickshaw driver to our right, having very little of a watch on what was ahead. But we survived, and had a load of fun at the same time.
Today was when I realized how much I loved this country; the culture, the people, the colours. You look past the poverty and the disadvantages and see that they are still happy, and from a Western perspective that’s often hard to understand. Our first world problems are just that, something they can’t understand and things that shouldn’t even be considered problems. We are disappointed with the simplest of things and don’t understand how a place so poor could survive and still, of all things, be happy.