Hampi is a weird place: covered in boulders seemingly dropped in neat piles from outer space; and scattered with temples in various state of ruin and repair. Hampi is also my favourite place in India.
We spent five very content days wandering its quiet and small bazaar, visiting seemingly endless temples, stumbling upon a Bollywood film being shot, watching Lakshmi, the temple’s resident elephant, having a bath and then receiving a blessing from her, and lounging around in a chai haze chatting with some very awesome Australian girls we met.
Without a doubt, our Hampi highlight has to be hiring mopeds for the day and being part of the biggest, baddest motorbike girl gang. We zipped around the quiet roads framed by rocky hills, climbed the steps to the Hanuman temple, chatted with a Sadhu and looked through his photo album, and rode around the edge of a reservoir apparently home to a crocodile. It was absolutely ruddy brilliant.