You may now address me as "your majesty"

For I have apparently conquered one of yoga's ultimate challenges: the King of All Poses. This is the one that involves leaving your neck on the ground and raising pretty much everything else up into the air. You know it's great because you have to do a counter-exercise immediately after it to prevent blood pooling in your brain.

Aside from flirting with unconciousness, it's been an eventful past few days. We spent Monday visiting the summer residence of Tipu Sultan, a Muslim ruler of the state of Mysore who led one of the most effective anti-British resistance movements. We also stopped by a little shack to see sugar being made (the smell is absolutely legendary) and visited an 800 year old temple that had been desecrated by Muslim invaders. The architecture really is spectacular, with hundreds of little figures carved into the stone walls of the temple. I'll post pictures once my Internet connection stops sucking, which is scheduled to occur in the year 2054.

This weekend we're going to a temple where we'll be blessed by elephants. The hits just keep on coming.

P.S: Eliza, Adrian, George, post something! It doesn't hurt, I promise.