Late post from a week before

This is written a week before:

Friday night we left for Mysore... but such a night it ended up being. We came back to our room at 9:00 PM, the taxi was supposed to pick us up at 9:30 PM to take us to the bus station, our bus to Bangalore was at 10:45 PM. As I picked the cover of my bag, I saw something and thought it was a spider but then I saw the curled up tail! It was a scorpion. I called Arnaud but he was at least as scared as I was and even more panicky. We tried few approaches but since we were both too freaked out, at the end we decided to call the guy who was doing the "night guard" duty. He did not speak English much and thought Arnaud was talking about a snake... I tried to describe that it is a small insect with the curled up tail, piousness... At the end, scorpion came out of where it was hiding and began running as they kicked the bag. The guy just killed it with the stick he had in his hand. He was laughing at us that we freaked out about this. I felt bad that we killed it but I had no other idea... what else we could have done since we could not be able to catch it and take it out without it biting us. If it bit us, then it would be another crises... When the scorpion event ended, we realized it was time to go but there was no taxi! I called the travel agency from which we booked it and the guy said he did not have a taxi so he called someone else and they should be on the way and I was like "what are you thinking, we have a bus to catch!" Then I began panicking because I really at this point wanted to leave this place. We went to the owners house because the night guard said they have a car and they could take us but the woman who was in charge was so stp/#@!t.... she was first asking if we paid the rest of the rent which we did to the owner, then she was saying that they will call another company and I was saying that there is no time to wait for another cab and she was saying " yeah sometimes I want to go too but I cannot..." bla bla bla.... but then we heard the taxi coming and we ran to put our stuff but I was out of mind at this point because we still had to take the scooter we rented to the travel agency and for a minute I thought that we just leave it there since they did not care to send the cab on time, they could deal with it themselves with getting their bike back. But we being we, even though we were more than 20 min late took the scooter, but the taxi did not know where the travel agency was and I was trying to explain him and Arnaud was driving behind us, we had to get to the travel agency so he can drop the bike and then he would get on the taxi afterwards. Well, at the end we managed to get there and Arnaud, angry, dropped the keys and yelled at the guy who was at the agency... the guy came out and he was, of course not concerned about us missing our bus, asking if we had paid for the bike which he had done when we went there in the afternoon to remind them that we booked a taxi to go tot the bus station at Pondichery. Anyways, the taxi driver just put his emergency lights on and drew us like crazy to the bus station. At the end, we arrived in time and we paid him almost double of the fare because he did all he can to take us on time.
Of course the story never ends... Then our bus came. We were waiting for our bags to be put under the bus but they were not paying any attention to us, so we waited and waited. At the end, A got a bit restless so he opened one of the side lids of the bus but there were batteries (something like that) of the bus not the baggage space so he closed it but the lid got out of its place slightly! It did not came out because he forced it , kicked or whatever, it was going to come out when someone opened it and that someone happened to be A. But of course the men who worked for the bus agency got all very furious and began yelling at him, and then they were trying to put it back maybe 5-6 of them and quarreling among each other. Then the bus driver came and he really got mad, and almost walk over Arnaud and began yelling that he should pay 1000 rupees. They kept trying to put It back and at this point, Arnaud was really upset... but then they managed to put it back! A apologized to the men who put it back and as we finally entered the bus, Arnaud apologized to the bus driver as well and in return, he yelled back at him that A should pay 500 rupees. Finally we began our journey and we arrived to Bangalore on time around 6-7 AM. As A went to get our bags, first they did not want to give us our bags unless he paid them 500 rupees. I did not realize all this because at this time I was trying to deal with this man who would not let me alone, he was trying to get us in his rickshaw but I just wanted to see where I was and get a bit more clear about what I will do next... I was really irritated since I just woke up and I was in the middle of all this chaotic place where buses, people, rickshaws were all over. A managed to get the bags without paying anything and when he got by me the man jumped on him since he could not manage to get through me but then I just had to yell at him in Turkish so he would leave. Then I found a guy who worked for the buses and asked him where the bus station for Mysore buses were, he told us at the other side and then this other rickshaw driver next to him said he would to take us there for the half price of all others and so we went with him. At the bus station , we were seeking for the Mysore bus, and they told us to go to the very end of the bus stand and as we were walking two men said their bus is Mysore bus and we were a bit confused, we got into the empty bus but then A heard him say Ooty and he asked are you sure this is Mysore bus and he said "yes direct" but I could not sit still so I got out and ran to the end of the bus line and all other men kept saying go to the end for Mysore buses and there was the Mysore bus almost full, ready to leave so I went back and told A to pick up our stuff. The men in that bus were "where are you going? this is Mysore..." and I was " please let us go". for sure that bus would pass by Mysore but it was totally empty and in how many hours it would be full... Well, they were trying to fill it so we were the perfect fish. The other bus, as we got into it, left for Mysore in couple of minutes. It took more than three hours to get to Mysore city and since we sat at the very back with our bags on the wheels, we did quite a lot of jumps, any kidney stones should have been eliminated after this drive. After we got out of the bus, again some men jumping on us... I just kept cool and walked out, then found a rickshaw for 50 rupees to go to Gokulam which is more than the fare but I wanted to end this trip. We stopped by Anokhi garden so I could get the keys from Flora. When she saw me she jumped with excitement, it was great to see her in her dream cafe! Everything looked so nice, they opened the front part of the house as well, and the space looked so clean and really reorganized in a tasty manner! So I got the keys to Flora's house where we were going to camp until we find a place to live...When I got back to the rickhaw, A was saying that the driver now was asking for 70 rupees because we made a stop. When we arrived to the house, I bargained with the driver and then agreed to pay 60 rupee just to get over it which is double price.... of course 10 rupee, 20 rupee is no much at all but one feels taken advantage of so many times that after a while you began this tag of war with them.... Well, maybe it is better to just let it go instead of getting so stressed out. Then I went to the chocolate shop to make sure that we were at the right place and A took the bags out. When I got back I looked at the pile of bags and then realized that A forgot one bag which I placed behind our seats... and the rickshaw was already gone. We were a bit doomed but really we should have felt blessed because in that bag there were stuff we really liked such as his blankets, his long sleeve shirt, my Japanese sweatshirt, my favorite FabIndia cotton scarf, my liquid stevia, his organic honey and jam from Auroville but nothing really crucial such as money, credit/ATM card and passport! so over and over we repeated that we lost nothing that could have hurt us.
So we entered Flora's house which is really nice, spacious, and clean and bright. We took showers and head back to their cafe for a really yummy breakfast! It was really nice, Flora's fruit salad, her homemade yogurt, the musli, the gingery pineapple coriander juice! All perfect, made with love and care!
I could not register the same day because it was Saturday and that is the only day te office is closed so the next morning I practiced at home, I was already up at 3AM with excitement and then the some day I registered. I told Sharat about my knee and he asked what happened and when I said the doctor told me that minuscis is fine but there is inflammation over the femur he said good then it will go away. My practice time is 8AM! so late, and as I got to the waiting room on Monday morning I saw maybe at least 20 other people waiting and I kind of panicked wheter I would be able to practice that morning! After half an hour wait, yes I did practiced and sweated a lot more than I have sweated for the past year...
We still did not find a place to stay,. Gokulam is super packed. But next week some people are leaving because it will be the end of a month since Sharath began teaching... of course more are coming but hopefully we will be able to get something which will become available before the new comers...
On Monday, I also began the massage course with my good friend Kumar who is a very good body worker and also transomatic dialogue therapist. We are only four people doing the course so we get lots of guidance. I enjoy it and hopefully I will learn well and keep up the practice so I can give massages at some point and make some money also as I travel.... and it is also good to learn how to touch in a right way when you are a yoga instructor.
On the other part of things, I have to admit that I have been having a bit of difficult time with being with A for 24 hours. It has been 3 weeks since we have been on 2 4hour hour schedule and it began getting on me. After so many years of alone time, being so used to be on your own, having your own plans and programs, then suddenly someone else enters the picture... not easy for this Vata woman but I wish that is is not impossible... We just have to give each other some freedom in these coming days.