Day 3
We woke up at 8.30 am. We had our breakfast across our guesthouse. Again we walked non-stop, for about 7km, across the peaceful street, flowing river, surrounded by all the beautiful shapes of rocks and shining sun. As we were walking, we came across some local tourist touring around with tour guide, explaining everything about the statues, temples and places. I was thinking to myself, what the fuck is these people thinking? Don’t they know that learns nothing but wasting time and money? The best thing to discover historical places to feel and experience for yourself. I mean, how much information can they absorb from the explanation given? At the end of trip, this idiotic will end up with lots of information but will not remember which is which.
In the afternoon, Rambo, Gokce the Turkish girl, Michael the drug dealer and I decided to break apart with the rest of the group and we went to this restaurant called Mougli house. The set up is almost the same with the Mango tree. But only this time the wide view in front of us was a huge farm field and tiny river surrounded by various shapes of rocks, mostly tiny. The sun was on the way down. This café is like a smoking café. I started to roll a joint, which later shared by Gokce, Rambo and Michael the drug dealer- it was his first joint. By the way, Rambo- he’s a graduate from Montreal University, in the field of Industrial Engineering and he is a weed rolling motherfucker. He rolled so much of my joint that he started to feel guilty. But he’s a funny guy. Always mumbling in Arabic and sometime French.
In the café, we met up with a Dutch guy and Leo, an ex army from Israel. He also happens to be an engineering graduate. There is some other guys and girls, all Caucasians. Leo rolled his hash every ten minutes or so. He’s a fucking intellectual guy. Somehow you can tell from the conversation we had.
After getting stone and some sleep, we crossed to the other side of the river and checked in to another guesthouse, to be reunited with the other group of our friends. There it goes again, big number again. Anyway it was of course a great feeling to be reunited after a three long days of separation.
We paid some money for the village guy to cook us a dinner and we did a campfire dinner. Lots of people were there. After dinner, 18 of us, all lying down the empty field, under the million shining star, strong wind and cold air, occasionally catching a shooting star. It was great.
Day 4
Day 4 was the end of trip. Our last day in the great Hampi. All 18 of us woke up before 8.30am for another round of get-together. Again, the village guy cooked us a breakfast- a combination of Indian and western variety namely fruits salad, Tosai, scramble eggs and hot coffee.
That morning was great. I did a quick breakfast and proceeded to the field, lay down under the morning sun, and began to write few lines of my travelling script which I am composing now.
Lars, the Quentin Terantino look alike parted with us and went to Bangralore to meet up with another group of trainee. You remember Michal, the Polish guy who almost got me into a fight with a rickshaw wallah? Yes, he went on to meet up with Michal, Kaske the Japanese guy and Jos, the Dutch guy who look like the lead vocalist of Nickelback.
Jack Nicholson, Patrow and Gokce the Turkish girl went to another city, Bijapur, 6 hours away drive from Hampi. The rest of us went home directly to Pune. In the midway, while dropping off two of my favorite girls at Bijapur, the feeling was sad but then I thought, what the hell…I am gonna meet them again in a day or two but what I never thought was they are leaving for good in a day or two. Sad but true, but life gotto goes on.
That’s all I can tell, another 15 hours of tiring with many blessed moments, back to Pune. The journey was with the same view with lesser people. I was feeling blessed to be seated in between two of my favorite girls. The songs that played on my CD player before the battery ran out was my all-time favorite Malay band- Wings. Songs like "Semalam yang hangat", "Suara kita", " Misteri mimpi Syakilla" and "Taman Rashidah Utama" made my journey even more bluesy.
One part of me was on top of the world and feeling high and happy because of the whole Hampi trip but the other part of me was rather sad, leaving the most beautiful city of yesteryears as well as leaving without the girl of my dream. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s a melancholy feeling (and the infinite sadness)- Smashing Pumpkins!
Whatever happen, sweet or sour- this journey or road-trip and my about to begin traineeship will be the best thing happens to me in my life. Trust me, there is so much things that I can’t describe it with words. You know, John Lennon used to sing that money can’t buy love…in the 60s but now that the fact of the song is somewhat irrelevance, I say money can’t buy time, the present time, the time we are living here, and now. Some corporate dick head will tell you that life begin at 40. That will not work for me and I don’t believe in that shit anyway. You may have a happy family and tons of money but you will never have back the feeling of your youth back when you begin your life at 40.
The journey was long, so for one last time in South India, we rolled a joint in the jeep, and say goodbye to Hampi. The time might had passed but for us, we will forever cherish this memorable trip, for a long time to come.
Post Hampi Trip
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