I was lucky enough to spend a couple of days in Bangalore (or Bangaluru to give the city it’s official name), just walking around with my camera. It was hot, around 35C during the day and dropping only as far as 28C at night.
Not being either a Mad Dog nor an English man, I avoided the mid day sun. It is too harsh to photograph in anyway, unless you are lucky enough to find some nice open shade, so early morning and evening are the best times to wander.
India has been described as a country of contradictions and I think it is fair to say that Bangalore is a perfect example. On the one hand you have shiny, new buildings that would not look out of place in any capital city around the world, but then the pavements in front of those buildings that are cracked and uneven making you watch where you are walking at all times. Traders selling fresh fruit and veg from carts at the side of the road contrasting with the high class, air conditioned, boutiques selling “western” fashion.
There were a few things that really struck me whilst I was there though. There are a lot of security guards outside just about every office block, shopping centre and apartment building. People everywhere were cleaning and tidying. Driving seems to be an exercise in trying to see just how many cars and motorbikes can be crammed in to the streets, and it seems that tooting constantly seems to be compulsory.
But the one thing I don’t think I will ever forget is just how friendly everyone was (even the security guards). No matter where I went I was always made to feel very welcome. I have travelled quite a lot in the past, and have always enjoyed meeting new people, but I don’t think I have ever been made to feel so welcome as I did in India.
I really hope I get to go back some time, perhaps more into the countryside and villages to see a more rural side of life.