The first thing I noticed as I boarded the overnight bus was the size of the bunks – surprisingly spacious compared to the the rail bunks I had grown used to. Unfortunately, I was soon brought back to Earth with the revelation that I had actually only bought half a bunk. My new friend, a Scottish lad called Badger, had fantastic stories and we chatted until early morning before catching a few hours sleep in the cramped berth. On arrival in Hampi, thirty rickshaw drivers were on hand to hassle us and give us the first taste of Hampi hospitality. I had called ahead and booked a room in one of the hotels, on the road-side of the river as I knew Iwould need to head straight to the train station to queue for a ticket. With a quick chai, I took a 30 minute rickshaw ride to the train station and starting queuing.
To explain my predicament, I had a waitlisted ticket for my train journey to Jodhpur – which means I couldn’t actually board the train unless 8 other people cancelled their journeys. As I was almost certain that wouldn’t happen, I had to buy a ‘taktal’ ticket, which are held back and sold the day before the train departs. The 2 hour queue was worth it, my 2AC ticket (2nd class air-con) was available and I headed back to Hampi a lot less stressed about getting to Rajasthan. The rest of the day I gave over to exploring Hampi with Badger and the some of the ruins of the capital of the kingdom of Vijayanagar, which reached it’s apex in the 14th century. The architecture & backdrop was stunning, though the midday heat drove us back to the town. After probably the worst meal I had whilst in India (it was a ‘noodle’ dish made with spaghetti) we headed back out and I took a ton of photos. For dinner we trekked across town, through the main temple and banana plantations, to a riverside restaurant that served a great thali meal.
I found out that Badger wasn’t just a nickname, but his middle name, and he had spent the last few months in Rajasthan working on a zip-line company based there. ‘Flying Fox’ had 3 bases & he had worked at a couple of them before getting fired for getting too drunk on NYE and going skinny dipping in the pool at Neemranha Palace. He was a top guy and was spending a few more months travelling around India before heading somewhere else to find another job in the outdoors’ activities business. This was the first place where we were greeted with some actual politeness, as the hotel, every other cafe and the locals were all terribly rude. I’m not sure whether it was because I decided to share the room with Badger and only stay one night, but the hotelier was a prick when I tried to pay; but it didn’t stop there because most of the locals I talked to, whether to buy some water or hire a rickshaw, were just not that nice. In any case, I only had one night there so after checking in online I went to bed in preparation for an early start the next morning.