Hampi

In all these places we visit we see very few other tourist. Not so in Hampi, the place is crawling with tourists and travellers and the atmosphere is very different from what we've experienced so far. There is a lot of choice in food, Italian, Israeli, real coffee, muesli and bakeries with assorted breads, cakes and croissants.
Very hard to find your morning idly's with sanbar around here...
Hampi is very nice with boulder strewn hills all around with hundreds of (remains of) temples. To cross the river dividing Hampi in two there is only a single ferry or otherwise just coracles. When we can't walk along the river any further a girl of only about eleven paddles us across in such a plastic covered basket. This isn't so much child labour as it is the girl helping her family with all the tasks facing them in their daily existence. But it does feel a bit funny and the fine line between the two isn't always so easy to distinguish in India.
The days pass with lots of hiking and a swim in the lake (no bathing allowed on account of the crocodiles, it reads on the sign).
In Hospet we have to get to the station at 6 in the morning but the train to take us to Goa is a little late and eventually pulls in at 11.00. You can feel a bit how the Indians build their acceptance of situations and events, they don't get mad or start making demands as people would at home when the train in a little behind schedule.
Luckily we pass the great mountains of the Western Ghats still in daylight and we see the waterfalls of Dudhsagar as the train is slowly pulled and pushed by two extra locomotives up and over the top. We've arrived in Goa.