Hampi was not on my list to see but nearly everyone I have met has said that it is a place not to be missed………I thought it would be rude not to see if the rumors were true. After a long and boring bus journey to Mysore I decided to treat myself to a sleeper train to Hampi, this is one of my best decisions yet as the beds were very comfy and as a bonus I bumped into Alex and Ana, lovely dutch couple who were also heading in the same direction.
After the unpleasant experience in Mysore we decided to be much more prepared and headed straight for breakfast and researched places to stay. We went slightly over the top and ended up seeing most of the guest houses; this would have been fine but we had seen so many we forgot what they were like (not going to get a career for trip advisor). At one point me and Ana found ourselves on the back of a scooter with this guy who wanted to show us his family guest house – only 1km he said – 3km later we arrive at the guest house, it was lovely but too far out for us. We caused quite a stir on the back of the scooter as the rickshaw drivers went crazy at the scooter guy because they thought he was taking their business. An hour later were returned where Alex was waiting patiently with our bags. We eventually settled on a cute little guest house, one of the first we saw.
On day 2 the 3 of us rented out a scooter each and went off to find the lake. I nervously got on the scooter, nearly crashing immediately but after a few minutes I got the hang of it and loved it…..
We were stopped by a group of children who were beside themselves with excitement….I actually thought the 1 holding the umbrella might pass out. After a few thousand photos and sight of the rain clouds we said our goodbyes. As we left I thought I had problems with the scooter as it was stuck……I turned around to see 3 of the boys holding on to it. With some stern words from Martyn they let go and we were off.
Not anticipating the rain, within an hour we were freezing and soaked through. We took respite in a little cafe on the side of the road where we were soon joined by another group who were also sheltering from the rain. Making the most of it we enjoyed some lovely fried fish and shared a beer. When the rain eventually stopped we went back to the guest house and had a HOT shower (well bucket of hot water)…..I cannot being to describe how amazing this was!
Hampi is most famous for its old ruins so on day 2 we decided to leave the scooters behind and hired a rickshaw guide to take us round for the day.
We could have walked it really but it was helpful for me as I was able to have a quick power nap in the back of the rickshaw while the others went to see another ruin. I woke suddenly to a family standing over me fascinated by me sleeping.
On day 3 the lovely Alex and Ana left for Goa……shortly after I met Sam, crazy cyclist. Crazy as he started cycling on January 1st this year in Indonesia and is planning on cycling all the way back to London. He only has 10 months left…..easy peasy.
Inspired by Sams monster cycle I decided to hire a bike and test my knee.
Good news on the knee front as so far it seems to be in good working order and despite my love for the scooter I was so happy to be back on a bike. We spent the next 3 days cycling, eating, drinking and swimming in the nearby lake ignoring the sign that says ‘swimming prohibited, crocodiles in the water’.
I had a great few days but was soon reminded by my cataplexy as I had numerous episodes including falling off my chair at a restaurant, struggling to walk and generally having minimal control over my body when laughing. Oh and please don’t worry I had none on my bike.
Luckily I had warned Sam and most of the other people were so stoned I don’t think they even noticed (although this wasn’t helpful as it was making me laugh more). Seriously everyone was very accepting and for the 1st time ever I met someone who has a friend with Cataplexy. A few people seemed really interested and were asking lots of questions….. luckily I was well prepared for this and gave them some Narcolepsy UK leaflets. A great way to promote narcolpesy awareness.
The guidebooks don’t lie when they describe Hampi as the place for hippies, lots of people were walking around randomly playing instruments or singing. I loved it (if only I brought my recorder with me). Every evening a group of people gathered at the tops of 1 of the many rocks for a jam session. There was a collection of randoms…..French girl playing the flute, a handful of European guys playing the guitar, a few locals drumming, 1 eastern European playing the triangle most excitedly, an Iranian couple loudly times singing Iranian songs, local kids singing and the local Baba clapping every so often (although he was so drunk he was always out of time). Random as hell but I loved it.
One of my many highlights of my time in Hampi was watching the sun set from the top of monkey temple and seeing the elephant from the local temple have a wash in the lake each morning.
I planned to stay here for 3 nights but this I ended up staying for 7 nights….my verdict is that the recommendations were correct – HAMPI A MUST SEE!