Across the river

When we arrive late in the afternoon in Hampi, the hotel has given away our reserved room. On top of that they simply tell us, there are no rooms available for tonight in all of Hampi. There should be still vacancies across the river. So we make a run for the last boat across. Luckily we find a good basic room at the third guest house we ask. The attached restaurant is overlooking bright green rice paddies. Not our room, but our bathroom has a spectacular view on the river. It's nice and green on this side of the river. Not very quiet, though. At the dirt road you have to be careful not to be run over by Israeli's on Enfield motorbikes or Honda hero's.
Most of the sights are in and around Hampi, so we cross the river many times in the fun little ferry. The little guy who collects the money even remembers us after a couple of times. The landscape with the river flowing through boulder strewn hills and green patches of rice fields and banana plantations never seizes to inspire. We walk a lot around the many ruins of temples and palaces between the boulders. Sometimes the strangely balancing boulders look like they have been left there by playful giants. We see several climbers trying to concur these giants toys.