Saturday, 24 August 2013

Female?

I arrived in Hospet and quickly ditched my ginger god botherer.  Hopefully he is off somewhere now, praying for my lost soul.  It immediately felt like a good place to be.  Goa is so commercial and as much as I’m not sure what my purpose is anymore I’m sure it’s not to get pissed and stoned in Indian bars, whilst watching shit American films

Hospet is a small town with no tourist trade at all so westerners are to be stared at and fawned over.  There was very nearly a fight involving rickshaw drivers, as to who was going to get my fare.  It really is survival of the fittest.  In case you’re wondering Asif won.

It is a really dry and arid place.  I’m not entirely sure how this is the case seeing as on the way to Hampi I saw at least 7 old men slashing in the street.  There are animals roaming all over India but here there seem to be more animals than people.  Cute little piglets, and all sorts.  Who doesn’t love baby animals, right?  Especially between two slices of bread, on a Sunday morning.

Hampi is quite breathtakingly beautiful.  It is like walking back into an ancient land.  It makes Stonehenge look like lidl’s.  It has more temples than you can shake a stick at and is steeped in history.  It really is quite awe inspiring.  That is the good part.  The bad part is that it’s totally vegetarian cuisine and alcohol is forbidden.   So if you like temples and history you’re in for a treat.  If you like meat and booze, (or anything other than temples and monuments) it might not be your bag. 


I already have a tour booked for tomorrow so all I had left to do was to plan my onward journey.  I went to a little travel place next to my guesthouse to find the owner fast asleep on the floor.  At first I thought he’d passed out (I was desperately trying to recall any of my first aid training, to no avail) but then noticed there were pillows under his head.  When he finally woke up, he arranged my train ticket to Bangalore.  He was talking to the operator on the phone so was relaying the questions to me i.e. how old I am etc.  Then asked if I was female!?!  I know he’d only just woken up, and it’s fair to say that  I’m not looking my best, but give me a fucking break, mate.  

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