Asia | India | Karnataka | Hampi (Vijayanagar) – Retiring from temple action
Hampi’s pretty cool, like Goa but without the beaches. managed to offend about 50% of the touts here within 2 minutes of getting off the bus. not too good. So now the whole town knows who I am.
well it wasn’t really my fault. I was the only foreigner who got off the bus, so there I am, hot, tired and knackered and 30 people are in my face. rickshaw? need rickshaw? stay at this place. no this place, need guide? aah!!!!!! so I told them to bog off, after 5 minutes of trying to be polite, then I said I knew where I was going and didn’t need a guide or anyone to carry anything, then they just all stood there in a circle around me, so I was like why are you still here, go away, leave me alone. then this guy went, we can stay if we want, this is our place, you’re the one who should leave, chalo. s’ppose he had a point, but they were just standing there to harass me, so I went fine, and stormed off, snarling at a/one who came w/in 1 10 meter radius of me. Staying in this hut resort across the river, really secluded, but getting into town is a total pain, have to wait for the basin, yup its this wicker basket contraption that sinks as you paddle across, and last night I got stuck in the rain at this fantastic restaurant overlooking the river called ‘The Mango Tree’ where I had the most amazing thali, though I never knew that Hampi was a no meat zone coz of its religious significance, but it doesn’t matter as vegetarian food in India is fantastic!! Couldn’t get back till after dark, so the waiter walks you back through the fields to the coracle(that’s the tub) with a torch and umbrella, talk about good service, and walking home was a real riot, got cowshit all over my sandals. very weird though, this is the furthest place from the centre of Hampi but yet its the one where everyone’s staying, and in my book it is personal, no one wants to stay where they’re going to be hassled 24/7, and at least on the other side of the river they’re no touts.
I hate the way people don’t address you when they want your attention. I know they don’t know your name, but do they have to call out: ‘hey, Africa/West Indies!’ As if that’s supposed to endear them to you, getting your nationality wrong. I seem to be getting pretty rude now. Quite blase about totally ignoring people, sometimes I feel quite good about it.
Checked out the temple once I got settled in. Now its official, I refuse to see another temple till I leave India. I mean enough is enough. That’s all I seem to do, and I don’t even like them all that much. From now on its just chilling, camels and palaces all the way to the border. oh look, its raining again. is that all it does here. shouldn’t complain really, makes a change from the incessant blazing down of the sun.