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We left Goa after a few days of doing not much. We went to the Wednessday-market in Anjuna, and switched hotels and moved a beach down, but nothing helped to lift the initial impression. I think we've just found the wrong beaches, after reading about a bit, in retrospective.
We got on a train to Hampi, hoping to find the Childrens Trust that we were reccommended to volunteer at. We met an english bloke at the train that we kept bumping in to later too, a young-looking dashing character with children our age who had taken as much time off work as possible to travel and relax after the children were out of the house.
Hampi was first of all NOT cheap compared to the standard we recieved, as so many books and people had promised. We got a much better standard for the same price in Jaïpur. It was also crowded since it was the peak of the season, and we weren't needed at the Trust until it was almost time for us to leave. Since they wanted people to stay for at least two weeks, we had to let that one go to make it home on time. When the initial dissapointment setteled though, we found Hampi to be an amazing place, and we ended up spending more time there too, than planned. It generally consists of a holy, enormous set of ruins, and the people who live in the area, making a living mostly off tourism. Full of mosquitoes, and yet another place with a squat-toilet, but definately the most charming place in spite of that. I ended up getting chased by wild monekys after feeding the lazy temple-monkeyts bananas they were too full to eat. That makes it two foreign species who chased me since arrival, after the midget-parrot that got mad at me on our way to Jaïpur for trying to take it's picture.
I bought a flute I had huge trouble playing from a nice Nepali man who helped running a restaurant we frequented there, fell in love with a smiling little card-selling kid that I didn't buy anything from, but had the most charming smile that will certainly break many hearts one day, took pictures of more lizards, found something stuck in my man's eye and had to search about for a doctor, started a Holy-Cow-picture-project and got the dirtiest most unapetizing pedicure of my life in Hampi. I also got the mandatory blessing from the local temple-elephant while there and almost OD'ed us with mosquito-reppellent. Hampi was a nice memory, and I'd love to go back there one day and volunteer at the Trust.
Then one night we booked a bus to Mumbai, thinking we'd go to alot of places around it, having heard nothing good of the city itself. And here I am 5 days later, after hitting rock bottom hotel-standard-wise and yet freshly and refreshingly in love with a new city I am not ready to leave. But that will have to wait for another time.
We got on a train to Hampi, hoping to find the Childrens Trust that we were reccommended to volunteer at. We met an english bloke at the train that we kept bumping in to later too, a young-looking dashing character with children our age who had taken as much time off work as possible to travel and relax after the children were out of the house.
Hampi was first of all NOT cheap compared to the standard we recieved, as so many books and people had promised. We got a much better standard for the same price in Jaïpur. It was also crowded since it was the peak of the season, and we weren't needed at the Trust until it was almost time for us to leave. Since they wanted people to stay for at least two weeks, we had to let that one go to make it home on time. When the initial dissapointment setteled though, we found Hampi to be an amazing place, and we ended up spending more time there too, than planned. It generally consists of a holy, enormous set of ruins, and the people who live in the area, making a living mostly off tourism. Full of mosquitoes, and yet another place with a squat-toilet, but definately the most charming place in spite of that. I ended up getting chased by wild monekys after feeding the lazy temple-monkeyts bananas they were too full to eat. That makes it two foreign species who chased me since arrival, after the midget-parrot that got mad at me on our way to Jaïpur for trying to take it's picture.
I bought a flute I had huge trouble playing from a nice Nepali man who helped running a restaurant we frequented there, fell in love with a smiling little card-selling kid that I didn't buy anything from, but had the most charming smile that will certainly break many hearts one day, took pictures of more lizards, found something stuck in my man's eye and had to search about for a doctor, started a Holy-Cow-picture-project and got the dirtiest most unapetizing pedicure of my life in Hampi. I also got the mandatory blessing from the local temple-elephant while there and almost OD'ed us with mosquito-reppellent. Hampi was a nice memory, and I'd love to go back there one day and volunteer at the Trust.
Then one night we booked a bus to Mumbai, thinking we'd go to alot of places around it, having heard nothing good of the city itself. And here I am 5 days later, after hitting rock bottom hotel-standard-wise and yet freshly and refreshingly in love with a new city I am not ready to leave. But that will have to wait for another time.
posted by BohemianMemoirs at 7:03 p.m.
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