Searching for rock spots was always a very hard, physical mission. First u had to deal with the heat, monkeys ready to steal anything u take your eyes off and machete injuries. Over the 10ish days we were in Hampi we scoured, hiked over and searched the bouldered landscape with a fine eye and in the end found some banging spots . . .
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
Was amazing to see these elaborately dressed woman strutting down there street. Seemed like most of the woman around especially in the smaller villages still wear this heavy, colorful, handmade clothing. Whether they are working in the fields, cleaning the house or riding on a bike this is what they get around in, caught my eye every time!
Sunday, July 28, 2013
On the first day we were lucky enough to have the pick of about 6 different tiny cabins, Sven, Eule, Jan and myself were lucky enough to score this gem of a place precariously perched on top of a rock overlooking the rice fields. We all decided to sleep on the balcony so we could go to sleep under the star lit sky and enjoy the fresh air and wake up with the sunrise for a day of exploring the rocky landscape or building. Indian ingenuity at its finest!!!
Thursday, July 25, 2013
This was breakfast for the next 10 days . . . First we all took a long walk around the village we were staying, all of us were equally blown away by its simplicity and is beauty. Large cows, goats and puppies all over the place, small children wandering around on their own, small simple 1 room mud/brick houses, some lucky enough to have a t.v, rice paddies and a nice river to swim in. We sorted out some bikes out and went out exploring out surroundings, hoping to come by some spots . . . but all we could find was some epic lake to swim in and a whole bunch of large boulders, which could actually be possible to skate. After an epic sunset from on top of a mountain we returned in the dark with eyes full of night creatures. When we returned to the candle-lit village the vibe were high as Mardan the guest house owner whipped around with his two young boys and daughter feeding all the hungry faces, serving chai and explaining to us how village life is with his broken english and a joint the size of a baseball bat in his hand.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Was good to finally be recovering from our fevers and hoping on a bus and getting out of Goa. Our destination was a spiritual hub in central India, Hampi. Just before the bus we met a really interesting girl from Tartastan (a small republic inside of Russia) by the name of Guzel who ended up joining our crew for the stay in Hampi. I shared a comfy double sleeper bed with Eule. 1 hour into the bus ride he thought it would be the right time to spark up a cheeky goodnight joint, but before he could properly enjoy his first inhale the conductor ripped our doors open and as a result eule dropped the good stuff out the window. I was in hysterics, Eule deeply upset and the conductor was a reincarnation of the h man himself. When we arrived after quite a bumpy ride, the sun was starting to creep up. The incredible landscape full of boulders and mountains started to reveal itself and the energy of the crew soared. We some how piled 7 of us including a couple surfboards and luggage into 1 rickshaw and made our way to what would become more then home to us 'Sima Guesthouse'.