I had reserved a bus ticket for the same day from Pondicherry to Bangalore at midnight. I was lucky since the coach was full and they had canceled a place during the last hours. I did not think that traveling during the week could bring reservation problems but apparently the Indians do not stop traveling.
The ticket cost me just 130 rupees to make a journey of about 250 km. I was not surprised then to verify that it was one of the worst tartanas circulating in India. Halfway the gearshift broke down and we had to wait for a mechanic to fix the bus. Between heads and cigarettes we wait and fortunately we were able to quickly resume the march to Bangalore.
The first thing I did was get on a rickshaw - in fact the third rickshaw that I stopped because the first one “didn't work to put”And the second did not feel like taking me to Indira Nagar- and I went to the 3-star hotel where I had been staying the previous week.
I asked them how much the less luxurious room would be worth and I was stunned; 5,000 rupees per night -more than 80 euros-. In the cities of India there is no middle term; or you pay crazy for a little luxury (and there was not so much on 12th Avenue: a basic three European stars) or you pay about 6 or 7 euros for a simple and simple room with its own bathroom.
Crossing one of the long streets of the city center
So I reviewed the guide and got on another rickshaw in search of something more affordable for my last two nights in Bangalore.
The first option turned out to be complete and when I was on my way to the second, tired of having slept little in the coach that night, a guy approached me asking if I wanted a room for 500 rupees. He had his own rickshaw. It was one of those situations in which you need to be alert and control the rip-off that will hit you or simply pass it and follow your own path.
Tired as I was, inside I wanted to take the second option and leave me alone. However, I surprised myself by getting into the game and offered a discount to 300 rupees for the room if I visited a couple of tourist shops. He liked the deal - after all he took a slice of the hotel and the shops - and we got to work.
So, I took a look at a couple of stores that he took me to in rickshaw, I bought an elephant to give away and finally I could throw the backpack, take a shower and take a good nap in the Citizen Lodge, in Shivaji Nagar, in a simple room, somewhat dirty, although with its own bathroom and mini-TV.
The aim of the day had been to find a hotel at average price and had ended up in an accommodation closer to the shabby standard of the country. In India, as always, there is no middle ground, or you release the credit card or a few bills with the figure of Gandhi.