Hampi, The stayI started my first day early relishing my breakfast of Muesli fruit salad and Curd, while the others guests slept I enjoyed the views over the rice fields and decided then that I would spend the day here relaxing, bugger going back to the bazaar. I first moved to a quieter corner of the compound, there is an Israeli pair here who have trouble talking to each other, they are fine just the girls voice is a little shrill and she woke me while I was sleeping on my swing grumpy old bastard that I am ;-)
After my day of slothfulness, drunkenness and lusting after this curvy, demure and very hot Israeli chick etc etc, the next morning I followed a funeral procession down to the river crossing. The crowds, traffic and queue for the boat were staggering, so I put on my best Indian impression, jumped the queue and only had to wait for two boatloads before I made it over. The crowds were incredible, overwhelming really, later I found out that it was an Indian holiday, which meant that Hampi was full. Lets understand that I mean full in the way a boat is when used in the same sentence as refugees and all of this uncountable multitude wanted to know my "goodname", country and have their picture taken.
I did find a quieter part of the ruins and enjoyed moving around them for a while but was soon back amongst the flood of visitors. I visited the Mango tree, a well known chill out spot for a break from the madness and used the walk through the Banana plantation to practice with my new flute/ recorder, which entertained the locals quite a bit, I even had a request from a young lad to play "my beautiful music" for him, I dont know if I succeeded in the beautiful music part but he seemed pleased enough. How a race of people can be so utterly noisy, ignorant, inconsiderate and so disarming, charming and humbling all at once is astonishing.
I found this sign entertaining as it describes the Indian attitude quite well, defecating where you wash.
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