The night train brought me relaxed and with a few hours of sleep to Ban­ga­lore. Since my return flight to Ger­many was already planned for the fol­low­ing day, I had no big plans for this city. The botan­i­cal gar­den, not far from the hotel, offered itself for a small vis­it. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, there were only many sleep­ing dogs, a few real­ly big palm trees and very, very old, even big­ger trees.

It was the end of the trip, which could have gone on at this point. With the firm inten­tion to trav­el to India once or twice more to see the moun­tains of the north and the water land­scapes of the south, I said good­bye to this incom­pa­ra­bly impres­sive coun­try the next morn­ing at the air­port in Bangalore.

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