Last blog from India and I intended for it to be a long one but seen as im using a keyboard that is as useful as Ann Franks drum kit you will have to bear with me and the spelling!

Finally left Palolem and headed via a day train (8 hours) to Hospet where I met with a dutch guy and decided to share a room to save cost! We travelled to Hampi which is a religious site where no meat or booze can be consumed, why any one wouldnt eat meat is beyond me. First morning I got up at 0430 so I could climbe Metunga hill to see the sun rise in the morning, the hill is 500 meters above sea level and now I reliased that flip flops were not the best footware for this hike. There were some parts that a slip would be death so I decided to lose the sandles and venture bare foot. Once we hit the top the views were breath taking and seeing the sun rise was amazing, then all of a sudden monkeys appeared and we started feeding them nuts from our hands, once this wore off I decided if I closed my hand what would then do so quite gently the monkey opened my fingers and then took the nuts then when they were gone quickly opened my hand and the monkey looked shocked then angry ha ha ha. Jim done the same to the bigger monkey and the monkey pushed him with both arms. Down the mountine was via another route which was more easy and relaxing.

I headed to the main temple armed with some bannanas to feed Lasmi the temple elephant but she was being washed in the river but I was already spotted as 3 monkeys mugged me of my bannanas. I was blessed by the heffa lump and watched her being washed. The next day we hired mopeds and went around Hampi to look at all the temples but when you have seen one youve seen them all. We also drove into Hospet for lunch and driving around a city is complete madness, althugh the speed never gets up over 20mph its still daunting weaving in and out hooting your horn then people come down the wrong way. Lunch for 7 of us cost 2.50.

I could have done with one more day in Hampi to see some more but alas I had an 18 hour local train ride to bangalore, no tourists just locals and I had a group of 14 kids all watching me read.

Bangalore and Trichy (where i am now) are both smelly shitty cities with no tourists so im bored and annoyed.

To sum up India I think there is a love hate thing, I love Goa and Hampi but hate the cities where people want money for anything, like a transvestite on the train wanted money for nothing "fuck off" and in Bangalore getting my 8 hour train to trichy somone showed me the platform (which I would have found very easily) and he went off and said he paid 100 rupes to the driver for my bed ha ha ha ha, I told him to get stuffed as well as I had a ticket which he saw, his price then lowered to 50 rs but I lectured him on how if he was in London I would have helped him for free. I just got the head wobble all Indians do.

Im looking forward to Maylasia teh city and the rain forest!