Slightly a little worse for wear after our 3am bedtime, a large number of extra strength Kingfishers, some dodgy brandy and the leftovers of the Bacardi apple, we follow Chandra quietly yawning to get the ferry at 8:15am across the water to the Hampi ruins. At the ferry port is this bizarre pirate looking guy. He's slim, 6ft, with dark skin.Wearing numerous bandanas around his neck, as many bracelets on his wrists as I wore in my emo phase, several belts, black and white zip up jumper, green skinny jeans and green crocs…but what really caught my attention was the incredibly loud and long belches he did, every five minutes. He bugged the guy at the ferry ticket office (I say ticket office. It was no more a ticket office than the kind of table and sign that children use when they sell lemonade in their garden in films). He then bugged the other men who were sitting there eating breakfast on a blanket. And lastly, he took a porcupine out from behind his ear and started to tease a small parrott that one of the boys eating breakfast had with him. This weird pirate was a massive idiot. Unfortunately, he turned out to be the one driving our boat across the 50 foot ‘river’ which we definitely could have swam across in the time we had spent waiting, and we all sat watching him sat on a rail wanting to push him overboard- Chandra especially. Chandra's really proud of India and I think he personally feels embarrassed when encounter idiots; like the pirate and the tuc tuc drivers the day before. The boat arrives at the jetty across the water and to the left we can see an elephant bathing in the water, ladies bathing and washing clothes, children playing and men drinking chai. At the top of the steps waiting for us are two three men tuc tucs, we clamber in and set off on our tour of Hampi; the Vittala Temple complex, the Royal Enclosure, Elephant stables, the Queens bath and the names of others than I can’t even remember! Beth and I won all of the tuc tuc races. Our tuc tuc driver was lovely. He gotten really into winning the races as well. The guide we had was brilliant too. I felt like I was on a school trip with all the little bits and pieces of information he gave us. The entire site was full of locals who had never seen white people before and we had our photos taken so many times- nearly as many as in Mysore! They were all lovely too. We had lunch at the Mango tree which was full of Westerners. I find that most of the restaurants which are full of westerners are the ones in the top 10 in Tripadvisor. A slow meander around Hampi town and we visited the last monument on the tour. The Virupaksha Temple. As we walk in, we leave our shoes in the rack. The floor is absolutely boiling. We run on tip toes trying to reach the shade quickly. Cuddling the walls in some instances. Chandra finds it hilarious; the four of us running around with our princess feet. 

As usual, Chandra is fed up of the heat and suggests we go for another lake swim, but this time the lake behind our hotel. James sets his speakers up on the shore blasting music over the lake and the hotel owner lends us a rubber ring. From the lake we can see the Virupaksha temple and the stacks of rocks. We have a water fight, Chandra vs. me and Beth, splashing, flailing our arms and legs. The fight ends rather abruptly with Beth getting cramp in both legs, of course this makes me laugh a lot, and she's unable to swim.

Once Beth's cramp has subsided we head back to the hotel, pack and jump in the taxi to the train station.