When we (University Iowa students and I) first got here a seasoned Indian exchange student warned us that a lot of Indian street salesmen in Mysore make up certain holidays and insist on showing you where it is taking place. They then proceed to direct you in and out of side roads until they you find yourself in a remote part of town where they attempt to sell you hard drugs. Now the only thing that worried me about this is that if you've experienced street salesmen from Mysore you know that they do not take no for an answer. Last time I went to the city I spent 30 minutes saying no to the same man and somehow ended up buying a crappy flute.
So I went into the city today with friends and it happened to be a holiday according to a street vendor. It was in the old part of Mysore where all the Muslims lived because it was an Islamic holiday. So we walked for about a mile and the streets started becoming more and more deserted. We were all starting to get tired when we reached an incense shop. We went in to see how the incense was made and were told to come back to see how the incense was made. At this point I remembered the previous warning and became slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Everyone in the group looked uneasy and we were asked to sit down and then it happened. They asked us if we wanted to buy...
Incense! Turns out there was an Islamic holiday going on. I then proceeded to feel bad for assuming the nice man who was trying to show us a cool festival was a drug dealer.
So I went into the city today with friends and it happened to be a holiday according to a street vendor. It was in the old part of Mysore where all the Muslims lived because it was an Islamic holiday. So we walked for about a mile and the streets started becoming more and more deserted. We were all starting to get tired when we reached an incense shop. We went in to see how the incense was made and were told to come back to see how the incense was made. At this point I remembered the previous warning and became slightly uncomfortable with the situation. Everyone in the group looked uneasy and we were asked to sit down and then it happened. They asked us if we wanted to buy...
Incense! Turns out there was an Islamic holiday going on. I then proceeded to feel bad for assuming the nice man who was trying to show us a cool festival was a drug dealer.