Hill walking, Rappelling, Camping & Treasure Hunt in Tonga’s. 100 km from Bengaluru, Kuntibetta is near Mysore and very close to Padavpura. Kuntibetta is actually two hills and the one on the right is also called Bhimanabetta. The rocks are oddly enough- also known as the ‘French Rock’ as the French who assisted Tippu Sultan in his fight against the British, who stayed here. An interesting place to explore history! In the countryside, you get to sniff at pungent smell of the jaggery and a warm smile, some polite words and a small request will guarantee unlimited amounts of the fresh sugarcane juice more delicious than anything you’ve ever tasted. From the hilltop, the lake below shimmers in the sun, the twin humps of Chamundi hills at Mysore flirt with languorous clouds while Melkote’s peak beckons in the distance. About 16kms north east of Mysore, on an island in the Cauvery River, stand the ruins of the capital from which Hyder Ali and Tippu Sultan ruled much of southern India during the 18th century. The British had to capture the fort twice to get rid of the ‘Tiger of Mysore’.
We’re not knocking cows, but they’re not known for living life in the fast lane. However, anyone who pitches up the the cooking fire in front of your bovine curiosity at 2 in the morning will know that you are, in the best sense of the term, a proper mad cow.
There is nothing better than camping at a festival, even if you claim you don’t like mud and stink. Most festivals have clever eco-showers now anyway, and mud makes you grow roots, lady! Here are some of our favourite funky festival tents for 2009 – along with tips on how to get the best festival spots for your tent. How to get the most out of your funky festival tent? Get there early so you can find a good spot for your tent. A good spot for your tent is high up (better for drainage if it rains). Good camping spots are close to a hedge or side barrier – that means fewer drunk people walk past and collapse your tent while trying to find their own. Camp away from the main stages and thoroughfares so (a) you’re not in mudslide central, (b) no-one rips up your tent pegs or pisses in your tent. Or falls on it and goes to sleep. If someone climbs in thinking it’s their tent and you wake up next morning with them next to you? Let’s just hope they’re nice people. No matter how fantastic and bright your tent, you will lose it in the vast tent ocean. Buy a fishing pole, or a big tent flagpole, and fix your own Mooky Pirate flag, plastic banana or god knows what on top of the pole. It will be a beacon for miles around, and make you feel like king of the kingdom. Going to the festival as a group? Don’t get one big tent. Get a bunch of smaller ones, and arrange them in a fairy ring with all their entrances pointing to the middle. That’s your little private garden. You can eat, sunbathe, build a fire there – have people round – whatever you like. Again, build your own tent kingdom, and sod the rest of them. When you leave the festival, no matter how ragged you feel or how disgusting your tent is because someone peed in it or had a beer bath in it or God threw rain and mud on it, PACK IT UP. Pack it up, you lazy wretch! Glastonbury makes sure the millions of tents left behind go to charidee, but charidee begins at home. You just spent £40 quid on that tent, so pack it up.
If you stick around a bit after the festival, you’ll see loads of people that have left their tent behind. We personally allow you to go and nick the most expensive empty, discarded tent you can find, along with any folding stools and flag poles that have clearly been left to rot, splendid and new though they are. These evil miserable beasts couldn’t be bothered to pack their stuff up? Lazy wretches. That stuff is yours now. You just made yourself about £200. Well done!