After leaving Hampi I had a tough weeks cycling to Bangalore. Indian roads are fine if they are either very small (no traffic), or very large (lots of traffic, but a nice wide hard shoulder or sometimes even a "service road" which runs alongside.) Unfortunately to Bangalore was largely neither of these two so I diced with death for 6 days as I had to dodge lorries barrelling down the wrong side of the road and forcing me onto the verge. Final view of Hampi Lord Hanuman statue in Tumkur Tickets for the England vs India game were at a massive premium and I knew that to queue up to get them would necessitate being at the ground the night before the tickets went on sale and sleeping outside the stadium, so instead I turned up as the ticket office opened in the hope of buying one from somebody who had queued and was willing to sell for a bit of a mark up. When I turned up at the stadium it was less of a queue and more of a riot; fights were breaking out all the time and the police were dishing out beatings left right and centre. At least two people were hospitalised, and I talked to two guys who had been queuing since 11pm the previous evening but had failed to get tickets. The BBC reported on the mayhem here I spent the rest of the day searching for a ticket and eventually bought one, for a 500% mark up, from a policeman. In the end it was worth every penny to watch what must surely go down as one of the greatest world cup matches, and perhaps even one of the greatest one day internationals, of all time. A game that ebbed and flowed like a classic test match with a century from the greatest of them all Sachin Tendulkar and one of the great one day innings from Andrew Strauss. Adding a list of inspired performances, a comic book finish, and an atmosphere unlike anything I have ever experienced made for a an experience that will stay with me for a long time. England vs Ireland tomorrow and then South for the final leg of cycling.