Amanda in...
12th Nov 2006 - 14th Nov 2006Hampi Hampi Hampi I`m in Hampi which is a city in ancient ruin. Which means that when you walk around you feel like you`ve accidentaly stumbled into a movie set and someone is going to come and yell at you about how "Brad wants his coffee, you slacker" I`ve had the strangest sense of deja vu the entire time I`ve been here. It`s a very cool place. I`ve climbed up a hill to see the temple of the monkey god, wandered around ruins and ridden in a coconut boat. I`m travelling with this English girl (Melissa) I met at the ashram. We`re headed to Goa next to meet some other friends from the ashram which is great because Melissa is making me crazy. She is the flakiest most indecisive person I`ve ever met, and God strike me down for being judgemental, she`s an idiot. Yesterday she told me that popcorn is made out of wheat. When I told her that I was `pretty sure` it was made out of corn she looked confused and then said `well I guess that could make sense.` She is also a lousy traveller. She whines constantly about everything being dirty (it`s the cleanest place I`ve been in India) and makes gross generalizations about India. She`ll hear me talk to a local in English and then turn around and talk to me about the person like they are not there. Lastly, she keeps insultplementing me (which is where some one insults you under the guise of a compliment). Unfortunately she was invited to meet the other girls in Goa as well so I`m thinking I might change my itenerary. (Sorry about the bitchy rant but it made me feel much, much better). Anyway, I`ve taken some much needed alone time today partly because I woke up feeling deathly ill (Ben I blame you for your `descriptive` e-mail). I`m not too bad off to travel but it`s going to be less fun. Don`t think it`s food poisoning because I`m dizzy as well as nauseous but it`s definitely something. As a side note I need to mention one thing that I love about travellers. Our ability to meet someone, sit down to dinner with them and intimately discuss the state of our digestive systems and consistency of our `motions.` You gotta love `shooting the shit`, so to speak, with perfect strangers. The subject usually comes up after the standards; what country, what`s your name, how long are you in India for, where have you been. Then on to the digestive topics. Anyway, I`m on to Goa and I`m excited to see the other girls. So funny, a woman just walked into the small internet cafe I was in and we met on the 5th day of my trip in McLeod Ganj. The world is small but India is tiny. Last night I got some henna done on my foot and Melissa accepted the woman`s invitation to her home for tea. Against my better judgement I went and it turned out to be one of the best experiences of my trip. She made us tea, introduced us to her little sons who were adorable, dressed us up in full saris including hair and jewellery and then sent us out on the town. We returned the saris this morning and promised to send her all the pictures. She was absolutely lovely and I am thankful that Melissa is less cynical than I am. I think because the North was more hardcore that I`m a bit too cynical for the south. I need to readjust. Will let you know how that goes as I attempt to reaclimatize myself to western culture via Goa.
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