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Pampapatiswāmi Gudi

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  • Jan3

    Sonnenuntergang mit Sound-Meditation

    January 3, 2017 in India ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    W sind mit Didgeridoo, Klangschale, Gitarre und Flöte bepackt auf den anliegenden Berg gepilgert. Dann hieß es: auf die Steine legen, ihre Wärme aufsaugen, der Musik lauschen und dann den Sonnenuntergang genießen. Als ich mich wieder aufrecht hingesetzt habe, sah ich eine Person ganz weit oben auf einem Felsen sitzen und fragte mich: Wie ist die denn da hoch gekommen? Das ist ein perfekter Fotospot für den Sonnenuntergang. Dann wunderte ich mich, dass die Person so einen runden Buckel hat und plötzlich, als ein langer Schwanz zum Vorschein kam, war alles klar. Das war kein Mensch, das war ein Affe! Verrückt.
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  • Jan1

    Hampi in Indien

    January 1, 2017 in India ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    Ganz ehrlich, so stelle ich mir das Paradies vor. Unwirklich und überirdisch liegen kilometerlang Felsbrocken und Gesteinshügel in der Landschaft, die von grünen Reisfeldern, Bananenplantagen und Palmenhainen umgeben sind.

  • Jan2

    HAMPI BAZAAR UND VIRUPAKSHA

    January 2, 2017 in India ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    Ich bin hier ein bisschen dem Shoppingwahn verfallen, habe Kissenhüllen, selbst gedrehte Räucherstäbchen, zwei Kleider, Bilder, Türschmuck und Gewürze gekauft. Und dabei verhandelt, was das Zeug hält. Im Grunde könnt ihr fast immer die Hälfte vom Anfangspreis runterhandeln, wenn ihr gut seid und einen eisernen Willen habt. Ich habe es meistens nur bis zu 30 – 40 % günstiger geschafft, weil ich mir dann irgendwann dachte: Soll ich wegen 2 Euro jetzt wirklich so einen Aufstand machen?
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  • Jan7

    Ein Busbahnhof in Indien

    January 7, 2017 in India ⋅ ☀️ 4 °C

    Ich stehe am Rande des Platzes, der durch ein paar Geröllhaufen gesäumt ist, hinter denen in regelmäßigen Abständen die Leute Ihre Bedürfnisse verrichten. Ich stehe hier und warte auf den Bus nach Hampi, der irgendwann kommt und irgendwo hält. Der erste Verkäufer möchte mir eine bestickte Tasche andrehen, der zweite eine Holzflöte, der dritte ein neonleuchtendes Stofftier. Wenigstens diesmal niemand, der mir seine Klapperschlange im Korb zeigen will. „No thank you. No thank you. No thank you.“ Ich habe aufgehört zu zählen, wie oft ich das in den letzten fünf Tagen schon gesagt habe.Read more

  • Jan4

    Tempeltour in Hampi

    January 4, 2017 in India ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    Am meisten beeindruckt hat mich das Royal Centre mit der Zenana Enclosure. Es ist eine kleine, grüne Oase mit dem Lotus Mahal, ein wunderschön filigran verziertes Haus, welches der König seiner Königin gebaut hat – inklusive Elefantenställe. Eine tolle Zeitreise.

  • Jan5

    Der Monkey Tempel in Hampi

    January 5, 2017 in India ⋅ 🌙 16 °C

    Der Monkey Tempel wird eigentlich nur von den Touristen so genannt. Sein eigentlicher Name ist Anjana Matha Temple und man erkennt ihn schon von unten. Der Ort ist einfach magisch. Schaut unbedingt in den Tempel, folgt dann der Sunset Place Beschilderung und seid vorsichtig! Ein Affe kam direkt auf mich zugerannt und hat mir meine Tüte aus der Hand gerissen, in der sich Bananen befanden.
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  • Jan6

    Yoga Stunde in Hampi

    January 6, 2017 in India ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Ich wollte unbedingt eine Yogastunde machen, bin dem Schild am K.C Guesthaus gefolgt und in einer Halle im Hinterhaus gelandet, die mit bunten Teppichen ausgelegt war. Die Stunde war wirklich toll. Der Yogalehrer aus Nordindien hat ganz viel über die einzelnen Positonen erzählt und für was sie gut sind.
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  • Day7

    6. MONKEYS! (Bangalore to Hampi)

    December 13, 2018 in India ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    We left a little later than scheduled this morning; one of our number, who shall remain nameless, sleeping through their alarm. Roger finally showed-up and we got on our way, but our lost twenty minutes would have a irreparable impact on our day.

    We had a new driver this morning. I've yet to pronounce his name correctly and can't write it down, but he came bundled with a new car and therefore additional capacity for our onward journey. However, whilst we would each be able to enjoy moderately spacious seating, i was told there wasn't room for my bag inside the car so it had to be tied to the roof. Had we been ready to leave a little earlier I'm almost certain I've had found a way to make it all fit.

    A little ways down what most closely approximates a motorway we stopped at a fair similie of a coffee-shop for breakfast. I ordered some eggy-wrap thing, that was as satisfying as my description of it, and a café latte since I wasn't confident the barrista had properly understood my preferred proportions for an Americano with milk. Unfortunately, contravening what I understand to be an international coffee-house code of conduct, there was no Wi-Fi. I'm fairly sure I heard the staff discussing how there was usually Wi-Fi, but they'd literally just cancelled their service contract twenty minutes earlier.

    Shortly afterwards we stopped at the roadside for some coconut water. I'd never tried this before, at least not direct from the coconut, and it was cool to watch the guy violently slash away the top quarter of the green fruit and casually pop a straw in. It tasted delicious ; much like coconut water consumed via other means only in a more degradable, less ergonomic container. Mind, to me coconut water has always felt like a pre-9AM drink and it was pushing 9:05 by the time we had it. Shame.

    Our first proper, sight-seeing stop was at Chitradurga Fort, an historic site weaving it's way up the side of a hill and home to 19(!) temples. With only an hour to spend here, and Mark not being with us, we saw only a handful of these and intimately photographed even fewer. The etymology for Chitradurga is 'picture fort', rendering Chitradurga Fort a 'Fort-Fort' and placing on my list of phrases including 'ATM Machine' and 'PIN Number' whereby abbreviations are inadvertently and inefficiently elongated by the appending of one of the words being abbreviated, adding bulk to a conversation and delaying the conveyance of any point being uttered. Very much the lingual equivalent of a delayed departure.

    It was an impressive archaeological structure that wound up a hillside to a high plateau. Making our way up in the baking midday rays, having narrowly missed the soft morning heat, it was when we neared the top that we spotted something, or somethings, first in the distance and then up close as we cautiously approached...

    MONKEYS! First one then several then tons. MONKEYS! Ruddy loads of them! Everywhere we looked, mainly as we were only interested in looking at MONKEYS!, there they were; climbing, jumping, swinging, scavenging, generally MONKEYing around and being awesome! We took pictures of the MONKEYS! which I'll try to resist making the only uploads accompanying this post.

    Momentarily, the terrible toils resultant of our twenty-minute tardiness evaporated as we soaked in the live and interactive simian sideshow. They didn't know we were late; monkeys don't know what time it is or even have a concept of time. Sure, an infinite number of them typing on an infinite quantity of typewriters would, presuming a supply of infinite ink-ribbons, eventually write Stephen Hawking's 'A Brief History of Time' and every yet-to-be-written future text expanding on and indeed correcting many of Hawking's claims, but these monkeys were here, bereft of stationary and finite in number. Which is a good job, or I doubt I'd have fit them in frame.

    If only we'd had a little longer to enjoy their company, but alas we were on a strict schedule (far stricter than it should have been) so we hurriedly took some pics then descended the hill and scrambled back into the car. Charlotte and David bought ice-lollies they had to wolf down so quickly they must have suffered brain-freeze.

    Our destination would be Hampi. The only thing standing between us and there was the absolute worst road in the entire effing world. It was under construction, tacitly implying it was somehow previously even worse, and had been chopped into single-lane sections joined by patches of gravel and road-humps of such high elevation to be more akin to be less a sleeping policeman and more a slumbering sumo. This meant our driver would briefly accelerate to the absolute top-speed possible, determined by vehicular capability as opposed to petty concerns such as speed laws, then almost immediately brake as he immediately encountered either a slow-moving (ie. driving at legal limit) vehicle, bump or gravel patch. Add to this the swerving around vehicles he could pass and the necessary left and right shifts across the tarmac-free joining points and you've all the ingredients for a home-cooked course of nausea. Whilst, practically, I can't link this circumstance with our morning delay, as a fully versed chaotician (ie. I've seen Jurassic Park) I believe that any incidence within a deterministic, nonlinear system can have a consequential impact that might appear unconnected yet is in truth the direct stimulus. As such, the onus falls to prove that leaving late DIDN'T cause my sickness, for which I've yet to receive any acceptable proof.

    After a while we stopped at a roadside restaurant for a rest-stop. Whilst the others ate, Charlotte and I just bought water and went to play on the swings in the playground next-door, as you do. My lunch-skipping might have been perceived as being due to the nausea I'd hardly been silent about, but was in fact a valiant and selfless deed of reducing demand on the kitchen and thusly expedite the food-orders placed, recovering for us a few moments of our lost time. Charlotte just wasn't hungry.

    The drive was long but entailed passing through a number of varied, yet consistently interesting, small villages. This was increasingly the furthest we'd yet been from the more-developed zones of India, with many areas appearing to straddle the line between 'simple' and 'poor'. At one point Charlotte remarked on how impressive it was that our driver knew his way through the windy, twisty backstreets of remote Indian villages, so I pointed out the sat-nav that was in full view and been periodically delivering directions at fully audible volume. Expecting to arrive at a fully mod-conned 3-star hotel, because the itinerary said that's where we were going, we eventually arrived at what on first impressions I'd generously have described as a 'simple' and less-generously have termed a shit-hole.

    But first impressions can be deceiving. True, the room accommodations were very basic breeze-block constructions, infested with wildlife, fitted with the first and only mosquito nets we'd encounter for the whole trip and with bathroom facilities you'd contently forgo eating/drinking/sweating lest you actually have to use them, but the location was simply breath-taking. Once we adjusted our mind-sets to the idea we'd be basically 'camping' as opposed to 'hotel-ing' for the night we quickly appreciated our lot but even more quickly got back in the car so as to try to visit a nearby attraction before the day was out. I'd have loved a little time to freshen-up a little, even twenty minutes would have done it, but no dice.

    We drove about twenty minutes to 'Monkey Temple' which, despite some diligent googling, I can't find an authentic, local name for. It's a temple (shocker!) dedicated to the monkey god Hanuman, set atop a hill with a winding stairway/path leading up to it. The higher we got the greater the prevelance of monkeys, but given the name of the place their presence was mildly less exciting. Perhaps sensing this cooler reception, one of the monkeys stole Charlotte's coconut, to some degree restoring the species' novelty-value (MONKEYS!). At the peak we had to remove our shoes to proceed, clambering over the rocks and drinking in the views / posing for photos / strengthening the callouses on our soles. If only we'd gotten here twenty minutes earlier...

    ...we might have taken our pictures, gotten bored and left. As it turned out, we'd arrived at the absolute perfect moment to capture the views then settle down in the area known as 'sunset point' to experience the precise moment of the day for which it was named. Observing the golden sun sink and the light slowly fade across the gorgeous vista, dusk delicately descending upon the visible cliffs, valleys and villages was hands-down the most beautiful and sensory moment of the trip. It transpired that 'late' had in fact been precisely 'on time' after all, which raises the question; were my comments and concerns over the impact of our late-start petty/exagerrated/fabricated? No, not at all, but it's okay to ask.

    We returned to the 'hotel' grounds and went to the 'restaurant', a covered area with low tables and cushions (in lieu of seats). The whole place had a very 'backpacker' vibe, precisely the breed of slacker reprobates I'd hoped to avoid by packing a suitcase, but invoked some pleasant nostalgia for my times travelling around Europe. Only thing missing was the smell of burning incense, which I voiced rather loudly and a few minutes later one of the staff brought some over.

    Our evening meal was to be put on a tab to be settled by the company that made the booking. That is, the company that had persistently messed-up or changed every element of our itinerary post-purchase without notification or apology. We collectively ordered as much as we could possibly eat/charge. We were then told this tab extended to alcohol, so adopted a similar stratagem.
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  • Day256

    Ein langes Wochenende in Hampi

    February 18, 2018 in India ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    Als ich mir im Internet Bilder von Hampi angeschaut habe, war ich nicht ganz so überzeugt, doch Elsa, die andere Freiwillige vom Kinderheim, überzeugte mich und sagte, es sei wunderschön und magisch.
    So kam es, dass ich am freien Wochenende doch Mal woanders hin gefahren bin ;-)
    Die letzten Wochenenden war ich immer in Palolem, am Meer. Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass es schon genug neues in meinem Leben gibt und ich mich ehr für die Arbeit ausruhen muss, anstatt zu reisen.
    Doch Hampi wollte ich dann doch nicht auslassen. Also habe ich schon am Donnerstag Abend ein Nachtbus genommen. Nachdem ich neun Stunden auf den indischen Straßen auf meinem Liegeplatz im Bus durchgeschüttelt worden war, kam ich am nächsten Morgen etwas erschöpft in Hampi an.
    Ich konnte meinen Augen gar nicht glauben, so schön war das was ich sah. Ich war im tiefsten Indien gelandet!
    Überall Reisfelder umgeben von riesigen Steinhaufen und Palmen und mittendrin ein Dorf mit lauter zerfallen Tempeln.
    Hampi ist durch einen Fluß getrennt und da ich auf die andere Seite wollte, um Katja, eine andere Deutsche, die ich in Palolem kennen gelernt habe, zu treffen, wartete ich am Ufer auf ein Boot.
    Indische Frauen und Männer wuschen sich und ihre Kleidung im Fluß. Die wunderschönen bunten Farben der Kleidung, die auf dem Boden zum Trocknen ausgelegt war, machten das Ufer noch schöner.
    Gerade als ich auf das kleine Boot gehen wollte, kam ein Elefant die Treppen herunter. Auf ihm ritt ein Man der dann begann seinen Elefant im Fluß zu waschen.
    Ich machte noch schnell ein Foto und dachte, gequetscht zwischen jeder Menge anderen Touristen auf einem viel zu kleinen Boot, WELCOME TO REAL INDIA.
    Ich habe eine gute Hütte zum schlafen für 5 Euro pro Nacht gefunden und habe in meinen drei Tagen die Tempel und die Landschaft mit dem Fahrrad und zu Fuß erkundet.
    Hampi war zwischen1343 bis 1565 die Hauptstadt eines indischen Königreichs.
    Heute ist es ein Dorf umgeben von Hunderten alter Tempel. Es gehört seit 1986 zum UNESCO-Weltkulturerbe
    Gerne wäre ich noch länger an diesem schönen Ort geblieben!
    Die Fotoauswahl viel mir etwas schwer, da es so viele schöne Bilder gibt. Gerne zeige ich euch weitere wenn ich wieder in Deutschland bin.
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