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May 6, 2012

One night at a ..

A few years ago, we decide to do yet another unplanned trip and head to B.R Hills. On reaching there and exploring Dodda-sampige and posing for a few photos (for orkut?), we decide to stay put at the Hills.

Being an unplanned trip, we hadn't done any groundwork on the accommodation availability. We run out of luck as most of the prominent lodges(there are very few!) are full. It is getting late.Need to stay somewhere. We finally  meet one local guy who promises to arrange an accommodation.

He takes us to a place on the rathadbeedhi (Car-street). We begin our regular bargaining with the caretaker of the lodge. He tells us that this is a place for family people and so we guys shouldn't make a lot of noise. We accept and leave our luggage in the room. The room is extremely untidy and there is only one small double-bed.





As we go out for a stroll, we meet a few local people who ask us where we are put up. Everytime we mention rathadbeedhi, people give us a weird stare. Unable to decipher it, we head back to the room.

At night, we see couples coming in late in the night and hear funny noises. It is only now that we are able to connect the dots- "Family people", "weird stares", "double bed", and "funny noises" - ghosh! We were staying in a brothel!