Banglore days

                     Bangalore to Mysore

 A Journey of Friendship, Food, and FunSome trips are about ticking off landmarks; others are about soaking in moments. My journey from Bangalore to Mysore with a close friend was definitely the latter—a mix of laughter, late-night chats, street food, and those random detours that make a trip unforgettable.

Chapter One: Buzzing into Bangalore

We landed in Bangalore on a pleasant morning—the kind of weather the city is famous for. The cool breeze, cloudy sky, and the scent of freshly brewed filter coffee instantly put us in the mood for exploration.

We headed straight to one of those legendary darshinis (local eateries), and within minutes we were devouring crispy dosas, vadas, and hot coffee served in steel tumblers. There’s something magical about Bangalore’s breakfast culture—it’s quick, tasty, and always satisfying.

With full stomachs and even fuller spirits, we explored the city like wide-eyed tourists. From the majestic Vidhana Soudha to the lively streets of Church Street, every corner had its own vibe. We spent the evening at Cubbon Park, lying on the grass, chatting about everything and nothing as the city moved quietly around us.

Bangalore nights were cooler, perfect for a walk. We strolled through MG Road, sampled momos and kulfi from street vendors, and ended the night with a movie at a quaint little theatre. No fancy plans, just spontaneous decisions—and honestly, that was the best part.

Chapter Two: Road Tripping to Mysore

The next morning, we hit the road to Mysore. The drive was smooth, and the highway was dotted with coconut trees, quaint villages, and endless fields. We played our favorite playlist, sang along loudly (and badly), and made random stops—one at a roadside stall for piping hot idlis, another to take pictures in a sunflower field.

As we entered Mysore, the city welcomed us with its calm charm. Unlike the tech buzz of Bangalore, Mysore felt more relaxed, regal even.

We headed straight to the Mysore Palace—and wow, it was everything people say and more. The intricate architecture, the grand durbar hall, the stained glass ceilings—it was like stepping into history. We timed our visit to catch the palace illuminated at night, and it was honestly one of the most magical sights we’d seen.

Of course, a trip to Mysore isn’t complete without visiting the Chamundi Hills. We climbed up, laughing at how unfit we felt, but the view from the top was worth every step. The entire city lay beneath us, wrapped in soft golden light.

Chapter Three: More Than Just Miles

What really made the trip special wasn’t just the sights, but the little moments. Sitting by Kukkarahalli Lake in silence, trying to out-eat each other at a local biryani spot, bargaining at Devaraja Market for Mysore silk scarves, and sipping masala chai while it rained.

Traveling with a friend turns the ordinary into something unforgettable. Whether we were lost in the city or just sitting quietly on the train back, we always had each other—and that made all the difference.

Final Thoughts

This Bangalore-Mysore trip wasn’t about luxury or ticking off a travel bucket list. It was about rediscovering joy in simple things: good food, great company, and the open road. It reminded me that sometimes, all you need for a memorable trip is a packed bag, a good friend, and the willingness to go with the flow.