ISKON Temple (Outside of Bangalore)

This temple would have bamboozled me, but I decided not to go. It was further outside of town that I had expected, and the autorickshaw driver was pointing that out to me (probably because he was planning on overcharging me), so I just told him to show me some temples in the city and maybe his mosque. Also, William wasn't there in the morning, so I would have had to navigate my way through the temple, which has proven itself to be ridiculously difficult and unfruitful. On top of my let down about seeing the Hare Krishna Temple (the ISKCON one), William tells me that his children are all on a picnic in Mysore! So I say, no problem, it's not like this type of thing hasn't been happening the whole time I've been in India, we'll just work with it (or "roll with the punches" as Caleb advised me). I tell them to take me to the post office so I can send a letter home (William told me on Friday I could send it on Saturday), but as we are passing the post office, the rickshaw driver tells me it's closed Saturday and Sunday for a holiday. Remember how I was going to try to play golf? Well, it was very cold and rainy all day Saturday so that fell through. So you might assume that at this point I'm just moping around town, extra-gloomy, or sobbing in my room, but then I saw a book shop. Then I saw another book shop. Then I saw two more book shops. There were probably around fifteen book shops (of various kinds: new books, second hand books, antique books) around MG road alone! So, in conclusion, although I didn't get to see William's orphanage or the ISKCON temple, or play golf, I did get to spend hours searching through cheap books that you can't find in the U.S., and I did get to at least talk with William about a lot of stuff, and I got to make an agreement with my Muslim autorickshaw driver that we would both promote peace between Islam and Christianity! Oh wait, one of the main reasons I was going to Bangalore was to talk to Frank Fox's friend who ran a coffee shop ministry there, but when I called him, I got no answer (on Friday night or Saturday morning). Just another "happy little accident" (as my hero Bob Ross used to say) that adds to the excitement of my trip (in a roundabout way).