What an adventure!
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I felt like I was leaving a little family in Mysore and I was sad to leave, but onwards it was to Hampi. I had picked up a new, rarring travel buddy Ryan (the one from ChicAAGo). We had both heard nothing but amazing things about the place and - it really did not disappoint. Woooow, what a place, nothing can quite describe the feeling you get when to turn that corner down in to Hampi bizarre, the view is incredible and like nothing else I 've ever seen - jungle, Temples that look like they've been plucked from Indian Jones, thousands of ruins, caves, boulders - huge, alien, boulders that size of houses, and sooo many monkeys.
Ryan had done a great job in finding a beautiful bamboo hut on the river at the end of a very quiet street (the fact that it was through a field of actually cow sh*t and rubbish inhabited by a hundred goats, will be overlooked right now), it's was bliss - falling asleep to the sound of running water... ahh. Perfect spot. We got on the sight seeing straight away, heading to the north side of the river (a wee 15 rupees 'boat' ride away) we hired a scooter and Hampi was ours for the day. We just rode around, stopping to admire the sights, stare in awe at the incredible and weird landscape, and visit villages out of reach from the beaten track.
The next day followed in a similar vain, except now I could ride a scooter too! (yes, sorry Mum, I was VERY careful), we were free to roam out to the outer plains of paddy fields, dirt tracks and palm tree lined 'roads'.
And then it was time to move on - so sad, but we were off to Mumbai on a mammoth journey via Hubli. I'll be honest, the day didn't start too well, I wasn't feeling too great, but we pressed on. There's one thing that I think every traveller should do at least once in their time away - and that's to be sick, on their foot whilst hanging onto a moving bus. I don't know about most people - but I have done that. That's ticked off that list. Hubli train station, I only remember, smelt of poop and had alot of flies - on account of the poop I suppose.
Having checked into our hotel and scrubbing ourselves to within an inch of our lives, we were off into the big city. I was expecting chaos - Chennai times ten, dirt, slums, noise and mayhem. What I got was a beautiful city with amazing architecture (some parts are like London), civilised roads, parks, festivals and general greatness. I loved it from the off - we walked from Fort to Kala Ghoda, Colaba to the Gateway to India, drank cocktails in the infamous Taj Hotel, walked the promenade from the Jazz bar to Chowpatty Beach, to watch the sunset. A great day.
And so, that was our time in Mumbai over, I said farewell to Ryan as he headed to the Ellora Caves, I went to the Oval Maiden park to watch cricket and awaited my train journey (another 20 hours) onto Pushkar - the next chapter begins...