Ricefields and Banana plantations

Hampi is about 5 things. Overall, shanti, shanti. Once you have that, the rest will come sooner or later. Not that there's nothing to do, but it's very hard to do something. Or in other words, it's very easy to let time pass away without a pinch of movement. So when you wake up in the morning active enough to think on doing something, and an early joint in the way, don't get it, do not succumb to it. If you reach that point, you'll be able to wonder the surroundings full of strange rock formations, ideal for climbing, apparently.

I met Carlos who had been in Hampi for almost 4 months doing precisely that, climbing. He had rescued a little mangy dog which he called Kingfi, for King Fisher, India's most popular beer. He was planning to take the dog to Spain, though he needed an identifier chip and a passport for the animal. A passport? Can't tell if he made it. He was also sharing room and other intimacies with a beautiful Finnish girl called Maria, and whom I would briefly see in Gokarna later on.

There is also what everyone calls "The Lake", which is nothing more than a dam. Nice, but not impressive at all, unless you want to feel the excitement of throwing yourself from a 20 meter high rock.

Rock formations look like if a kid were making mountains out of balls of wet sand. Like piled in total disorder, however, providing an orderly atmosphere. Strangely, every rock seems to be in its right place, to perfectly combine with the green surrounding of rice fields and banana plantations that extend until stopped by the orange rocks. Green and orange seem to fuse in one only purple color at sunset when seen from the monkey temple.

Something beautiful!